Nandita To Nandini
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November 9, 1987, Chicago, Illinois
“I’d say things are looking good,” Julia said as we toured the new building with Gerald Brown, who was acting as the general contractor.
“I have six items on the punch list,” he replied, tapping on his clipboard. “The modular furniture will be delivered tomorrow and installed by Thursday. We’ll do the final walk-through on Friday.”
“Thanks, Mr. Brown,” I said, pleased with the progress. “Julia, what about the phones and network?”
“The Merlin control unit is installed. The vendor will install the phones once the furniture is in, which means Friday. The network wiring is roughed in for the workstations and finished for everything else. We can move in next week.”
Julia signed the punch list, and she, Elyse, Dave, Cindi, and I headed back to the union building, and went into her office.
“Next Monday will be a bit tricky,” Julia said. “The phones will start ringing at the new place first thing, so Kimmy will need to go there, along with Cassie. Jorge and Stephanie volunteered to move Kimmy’s and Cassie’s computers on Saturday and set them up. The movers will come at 9:00am, so everyone needs to be packed up by then. They can either come in on Saturday or early on Monday to pack their desks.”
“Who’s moving the rest of the computers?” I asked.
“The movers. We have special boxes to pack them in. They’ll be completely protected.”
I frowned. I didn’t like the idea of the movers touching my computer, and I was sure Penny would feel the same way.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” I said.
Julia smiled, “You and Penny can move your own computers. Your sister said you’d be touchy about it.”
“She knows me too well. Thanks.”
“There’s a lock on the door of your office in the new building,” Dave laughed.
“Am I that bad?” I asked.
“Yes!” Julia, Dave, Cindi, and Elyse all chorused, laughing.
I laughed as well and went back to my office to get some work done.
November 10, 1987, Chicago, Illinois
Lieutenant Geordi La Forge: They’re wild in some ways, actually puritanical in others. Neat as pins, ultra-lawful; and they make love at the drop of a hat.Lieutenant Tasha Yar: Any ... hat.
Kara got up from where she was sitting next to me and left the room. She was back a minute later and dropped my brown fedora on the floor in front of me, causing everyone to laugh, with Jessica and my sister laughing hardest.
“Trying to tell me something?” I chuckled.
“As if you didn’t know Kara likes to fuck!” my sister laughed. “She has since High School!”
“Look who’s talking!” Kara laughed. “I seem to recall you liked it in High School too! In fact, I believe EVERYONE in this room likes it!”
“I do!” Jessica squealed.
“Me, too!” Leila said saucily.
The other girls all chimed in with agreement.
“I know what YOU’RE doing tonight,” Josie laughed.
“OH!” I moaned, “The sacrifices I make for my wives!”
Suddenly I was being hit with throw pillows, and not just by Jessica and Kara. Elyse and Jennifer threw the ones they had at me while my wives beat me with theirs. I put my hands up to shield my face and laughed along with them.
“The show’s back on,” I protested.
“Think we should stop?” Jessica asked.
“For now!” Kara giggled.
“You know, Wesley is so annoying I think they should just let the Edo execute him!” Josie said.
“Agreed!” Elyse said.
When the show finished, my wives dragged me to bed and tortured me for two hours. I decided that I’d take that kind of torture any day!
November 13, 1987, Chicago, Illinois
“What are we doing on Sunday for Elyse’s birthday?” Jessica asked as we came out of the movie theater.
“Well, she couldn’t very well plan her own party, now could she?” I grinned. “Our housemates, current and former, plus Kurt and Kathy, and two of her friends from UofC are coming. I also arranged a surprise for her.”
“Surprise?” Kara asked.
“I tracked down Eduardo at his firm in Madrid. He’s going to call her. They occasionally exchange letters, but I thought a phone call would be nice. He also sent a gift, to my attention at work, which I have for her. I’ll give it to her when he calls.”
“That’s so sweet! But that’s a really long-distance relationship!”
“It is, but he was the one guy who she really clicked with. He’s still single, so you never know what might happen. His MBA is from an American school, and his English is excellent, so he could easily work in the US if he wanted to. His firm even has an office here in Chicago.”
“What about a cake?” Kara asked.
“Kathy’s baking it.”
“Are we going for ice cream?” Jessica asked.
“Whatever you want! Let’s walk over to Häagen-Dazs.”
“What did you think of the movie, Tiger?”
“I think Richard Dawson playing an evil game show host was just hilarious, and honestly, I bet you could make a fortune with a real TV show like The Running Man.”
“Like with deaths and everything?” she asked.
“I didn’t say you would actually be ABLE to get it on TV, but if you could, you’d make an absolute fortune. People would pay big to watch it on pay-per-view.”
“That’s sick!”
“I didn’t say it was a good idea, or that I liked it, just that you could make a fortune! Think about how much money pro football makes. Or auto racing.”
“Would YOU watch it? Knowing people were getting killed?”
“We watch combat footage on television,” I said. “And footage of natural disasters. What’s the most replayed video on TV in the last two years?”
“The shuttle exploding,” she sighed.
“And back when I was a Senior in High School, it was Reagan being shot. And how many times have you seen the Zapruder film? Or that famous picture of the little girl with her clothes burned off by napalm? People pay to watch that stuff. I remember Larry Flynt once sending out a glossy magazine in Cincinnati that had pictures of mutilated bodies from war that he called ‘real’ pornography. I actually agree with him. I suspect as a doctor, you would, too.”
She nodded, “I don’t have a problem with porn as long as everyone consents. War, on the other hand, well, I saw it in Ethiopia. Starving people tend not to have much respect for life. And when the government breaks down, violence becomes common.”
“I don’t think it’s just the breakdown of government,” I said. “Governments have killed way more people in war or organized programs of extermination than individuals or rebel groups ever have. I think it’s more than that. But forget the politics!”
“I guess I see enough carnage in the ER to last a lifetime, and I’m not even in an inner-city hospital, even though there are plenty of low-income neighborhoods in our service area. Cook County is apparently like a war zone at times.”
“Do you have any idea where you might go with MSF?” I asked.
“No. They were kicked out of Ethiopia right around the time I came home, because they harshly criticized the government there. Their biggest operation right now is in Sudan, though they’re also in Uganda, Zaire, and Afghanistan. The problem is that there is no official US-based MSF organization, so I have to coordinate through the headquarters in France. UofC has a relationship with them, though it’s not sanctioned by the US government.”
“I didn’t realize that. So the donations I send to them in Washington?”
“It’s a fund-raising agency that forwards the donations to France.”
“I’m not sure that I could go to Afghanistan, given my ‘Soviet entanglements’,” I said.
“The most likely place we’d go would be Sudan, but we’ll worry about that in a year or so when I apply. Changing the subject, what did we get Elyse for her birthday?” Jessica asked.
“A complete set of bedding - sheets, comforter, pillowcase, that kind of thing. I noticed she needed them last Saturday night. I also bought her a nice bracelet which Kara helped me pick out. Her best present was you letting me spend the night last Saturday.”
“You didn’t seem worn out on Sunday morning!” Jessica laughed. “What happened?”
“We made love once. What she really wanted was to sleep in my arms.”
“Told ya!” Kara laughed. “Snuggle Bear strikes again!”
November 14, 1987, Chicago, Illinois
“I have my car out front, Penny. Shall we move our computers?”
“Yes! I can’t believe anyone is letting those apes from the moving company touch their computer!”
I chuckled, “It does help to be strong to do that job, but I totally agree with you. Our office in the new building has a lock, according to Julia.”
“So we can fuck?” Penny giggled.
“No! So nobody can touch our stuff! Get your mind out of the gutter, young lady!”
“You put it there! You only have yourself to blame!”
I laughed, “Very true. Now be quiet and carry your computer out to my car!”
She stuck her tongue out at me and I was VERY tempted to use my old line, but that would only give Penny another opening to suggest sex. The thing was, she was teasing as much as I was. She and Ned were exclusive, and she had told me that she loved him. She wasn’t going to mess that up any more than she wanted to mess up things at work.
“Why are you guys moving your computers?” Tasha asked as we walked past her workstation.
“Because I don’t want anyone to touch it,” I said. “I’m really picky that way.”
“But you let people use your computers at your house all the time in the past.”
“There were two in my office that were dedicated for my use, and except on very rare occasions nobody else touched them. I have everything set up exactly the way I want and don’t want anyone to mess with it.”
“Oh. Are you coming back? I want to talk to you for a minute.”
“Sure. Let us move the computers and get them set up. Penny will stay there to work, and I’ll come back. I’ll bring you a key and the alarm code, too.”
It took about thirty minutes for Penny and me to move into our new office. The furniture had been configured so that Penny and I could sit very close together when we were coding, but also we had a desk, visitor chairs, a small sofa, and a small table so that I could have meetings if I needed to. There was also a table in the corner with my old Mac and the LaserWriter printer. I’d purchased a new Mac SE, complete with a hard disk, the previous week, but that was on my desk at home.
“Here’s your key,” I said to Penny. “And the alarm code is on this little card.”
“Does everyone have the same code?”
“Yes. It’s a fairly simple system. Memorize the code so that you don’t need to carry the card with you. There’s a note on there that if somebody is forcing you to disarm the alarm, you press ‘star’ instead of ‘pound’ and the alarm company will immediately send the police, but the alarm will appear to be disarmed.”
“Got it,” she said.
“I’ll see you tomorrow for Elyse’s party. Julia, Dave, and Cassie will be in and out today. Just lock up when you’re done, and set the alarm. If you need a phone, there’s one on the wall in the server room next to the new phone system. The ones on the desks can’t make outside calls until Monday.”
She stood up and kissed my cheek, and I headed back to the old offices.
“What can I do for you?” I asked, sitting down next to Tasha’s desk.
“I, uh, got my results yesterday,” she said softly. “I’m, uh, clean.”
“I knew that would be the case, but we had to be sure.”
She sat quietly, blushing slightly, and staring at the floor. I realized that she didn’t know what to say or do next, so I would have to take the lead. I also knew that she was going to be extremely nervous, at least at first, and wondered what the best approach was. She also wouldn’t want people to know about it, and, frankly, neither would I. I quickly formulated a plan that I thought would be OK with Jessica and Kara, but which I could change if need be.
“Tasha, next Saturday, let’s go to lunch in the Loop. I’ll book a hotel room so we have some privacy. I don’t think being at my house is a good idea, because so many people are around. I’m not hiding this from Jess or Kara; I’ll tell them about it. But I think you’ll be more comfortable that way.”
She bit her lower lip and nodded, “I’d like that.”
“Good! Would you like a kiss before I head home?”
“Yes!” she gushed, suddenly no longer demure and shy.
We locked lips and exchanged an urgent French kiss that expressed exactly what we wanted. Tasha plastered her body against mine and moaned softly into my mouth as we kissed. She broke the kiss and took a couple of deep breaths, then released me, straightened her clothes, and sat down.
“See you on Tuesday,” I said.
“Yeah, Tuesday,” she breathed, trying to regain her composure.
November 15, 1987, Chicago, Illinois
“Morning, Babe. How was the ER last night?” I asked when Jessica came through the doors that led from the Emergency Room.
“Quiet. I got about five hours of sleep!”
“So no nap after breakfast?”
“No. But that doesn’t mean no bed!” she giggled.
“You are insatiable, Doctor Adams!”
“And whose fault it that?”
“He IS good at things besides snuggling!” Kara chimed in.
We headed home, and after eating breakfast, went up to our room to make love, and then after a quick shower, we began to prepare for Elyse’s birthday party.
“Jess, Tasha got her test results back,” I said. “And I wanted to check with you on my plan.”
“Somewhere besides the house, right?”
“Exactly. I thought I’d take her to lunch next Saturday and then get a room at the InterContinental. That gives her some privacy and keeps prying eyes away, if you know what I mean.”
“She doesn’t want people to know?”
“Right. And I’d like to keep the knowledge limited because of the whole NIKA issue.”
“Sure, Tiger. Have fun!”
“Jess, would you be OK if he spent the night with her?” Kara asked.
“Did he put you up to this?” Jessica asked, hands on her hips.
“No! Jess, it was my idea,” Kara said. “But if she’s as nervous as she seems, a time limit or deadline might make it worse. Besides, you’ll be working.”
“Our agreement didn’t include sleepovers,” Jessica said, with a slight smile.
Kara smiled, “No, it didn’t. But, you kind of tossed that out when you agreed he could sleep over with Elyse!”
I was keeping my mouth shut, because I didn’t think there was a thing I could say that would help. I agreed with Kara, but Jessica was right about our agreement. And I hadn’t planned to spend the night with Tasha, just use the room for the afternoon and evening.
“I did tell Tiger to use his best judgment, and it’s you who are giving up sleeping with him, so I’ll leave it up to him to decide. If he thinks that’s best, I won’t complain or object. Tiger, whatever happened with Courtney?”
“I told her to get tested and that’s the last time I’ve seen or heard from her. I know she’s around, since she’s on Tasha’s team in Professor Bannerman’s class at IIT, but she hasn’t called or come by.”
“I wonder if she has a problem or fears that she has a problem,” Jessica said.
“I have no clue,” I said. “I can’t even begin to speculate.”
“Did Leila ever talk to you?”
“No, but she’s super-busy with school given this is her last year. I expect her to ask during Thanksgiving or Christmas break.”
“Is Charlie seeing that guy from the Navy?”
I laughed, “She kicked all the other guys to the curb. Whatever it is that Clayton has, Charlie is hooked!”
“Maybe it’s twue what they say about bwack men,” Kara said with a laugh.
I loved Blazing Saddles and she knew I’d get the reference right away.
“You’ve seen Jeremiah in the sauna,” I chuckled. “He’s about the same size as the rest of us.”
“Maybe!” Jessica laughed. “You can’t be sure unless you see him ready for business, and that doesn’t happen in the sauna. Well, except when we want it to with Steve!”
Both girls laughed and I shook my head. We had everything prepared for the party by mid-morning, so we went to hang out in the great room.
“Is your dad going to live here when he takes over for Julia after she has her baby?” Jessica asked.
“Yes. I’ll turn the old study room into my new office, and my dad will use my old office, because it has a full bathroom right next door. I didn’t think a guest room was appropriate. And then we’ll leave that room set up as a bedroom in case we do decide to go the nanny route.”
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Wand, Book and Candle, Part 4 By Elliot Reid The transformation slowed, the final change trickling into place. I cocked my head at the caramel woman in the mirror and smiled a dazzling, Colgate smile. My new face and figure was perfect in every detail, a Xerox copy of the original. I was the spitting image of my new crush, Tisha Williams. I stared at my coffee-colored hands with their light fingernails, noting the fine knuckle wrinkles. I then lifted my fingers to pat the...
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by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
June 1981, Milford, Ohio As expected, Sandy didn’t join us for swimming. Most of the girls had on one-piece bathing suits, though Mary had on her skimpy bikini. I thought Jake and Bill were going to drown given how wide open their mouths were when they saw her. My little sister didn’t wear hers because if it somehow got back to Dad, she’d get grief about it. Dad wasn’t home, of course, because he had taken my mom out for the day as I had asked. Even so, Stephanie wasn’t going to risk...
April 14, 1993, Chicago, Illinois “What the hell?” I asked to nobody in particular. “Ma’am,” a police officer said to Valerie, “we’re going to need to search the rest of the house. The warrant gives us permission to do that.” Valerie nodded. “We’ll also need to interview each of you. Detectives will be here shortly. Please just stay where you are.” “Officer,” I said. “May I ask why Mr. Spurgeon was arrested?” “Production and possession of child pornography. I suspect there will also be...
June 1981, Milford, Ohio On Wednesday morning, after Stephanie and I swam and ate breakfast, I made a phone call to Sofia. She was happy to hear from me and we chatted a bit to catch up. I told her all about Josh and asked that she be friends with him. She laughed and said that of course she would. I let her know that Josh had her phone number and that I would have him call her as soon as he was able to. I hung up and called Torbjörn and after we caught up, I let him know about Josh as...
August 1981, Chicago, Illinois On Sunday morning, I made my usual call to Karin. I described everything in the apartment and all the things I’d done during the week, including the reception. Both of us would start school in a week and we were both looking forward to it. When we finished talking, I went out for my run, showered, and ate breakfast. I made some tea, started a load of laundry, and then turned on the stereo. I put on an REO Speedwagon album and then relaxed on the couch with the...
Julie was still sitting on the bed with me when we heard the commotion in the hall. Then the door to my room banged open and in tumbled a giggling mass of blond. "Holy Shit! This whole family is blond!" I thought. Since I knew Nicky and Jennifer, and the other three were very similar in appearance, allowing for the slight age difference, I assumed the others were my cousins. The two youngest ones were fourteen year old twin daughters of Sarah's twin sister, Debbie. And the third was...
We woke, it wasn’t quite dawn yet with the sun under the horizon gently lighting the morning sky. I wiggled out from under Celia’s grip and slipped out of the bed following Chandra as she exited the small water closet. We dressed, quietly washed and left the room without disturbing the still sleeping strawberry blond. Breakfast was a subdued affair, she was too nervous to contribute anything meaningful. “You will be fine, just believe in yourself.” *Mumble. “You’ll be fine, trust me.” I...
August 4, 1992, Chicago, Illinois “Boss, Penny just called!” Terry grinned from my doorway on Tuesday morning. “And you’re standing there, why?” I chuckled. “Call when Amber has a little brother or sister!” “I will!” he grinned. I picked up the phone and dialed Kimmy’s desk to let her know so she could arrange for flowers, and also record Terry out on ‘«pappaledighet»’. I finally heard from him about 8:30pm that Amber had a baby brother, Andrew, who they would call Andy. I called Kimmy...
August 21, 1989, Chicago, Illinois “Unbelievable,” I said when I read the headline from the Chicago Tribune. “It says here that Solidarity activist Tadeusz Mazowiecki was nominated to be Prime Minister of Poland.” I hadn’t had a chance to read the paper on Sunday because it hadn’t been delivered before we left for the race track in Michigan. “So now what?” Kara asked. “We’re in totally uncharted territory. Your guess is as good as anyone’s right about now.” “Steve, do you have a minute?”...
James sat upright on his bed, with his legs crossed and hishands holding his head up. He just stared at the small, red notebook that lay in front of him, this mysterious gift that was granted to him. His own name was engraved on the front. It was almost like it was glowing, beckoning him to open it, to control reality even more. His mind was racing, full of thoughts of Amy, Kirsty and the words written inside the book: ‘Kirsty is going to change her mind and ask me to come over to work on the...
SupernaturalJuly 30, 1986, Chicago, Illinois “What did I miss?” I asked, sitting down next to Penny. She leaned close, “Screwing me! For the last year!” “You know I only have eyes for you, Penny!” I teased. “It’s not your eyes I want!” she giggled. “But seriously, nothing major happened. The only out-of-the-ordinary thing is that Julia is going to talk to a work-study student this morning.” “Good. Where are we with the medical software?” She handed me a stack of papers. “Bug reports from Zeke,...
We were gathered in the backroom of F&J's Pizza Parlor, Ltd. celebrating the shipment of our first solar cars to our Auckland dealership. Jim C, Frank, our families, and I decided to host a party for our key personnel and select members of the media. Frank was just finishing a review of what Jim C's Products, Ltd. had accomplished since we had created the corporation. One of the main points in his presentation was the successful restructure of the US operation under Evan Strophe in...
July, 1983, Chicago, Illinois I woke up early on the First of July, because my body clock was still set to Swedish time. The flight back had been long but uneventful, and I was happy that the businessman in the seat next to me hadn’t wanted to talk. I read, wrote some longhand journal entries, ate, and generally relaxed while the plane zipped over the Atlantic. I’d come home, taken a sauna, eaten a light meal, and gone straight to bed, not bothering to check messages, look at the mail that...
June 1977 When I got home, I grabbed a Coke and some chips and went right to my room. I didn’t think I could deal with my parents or Jeff or Stephanie. I just needed to be by myself. That wouldn’t seem odd to anyone, because I often went to my room to read. In addition, I now had the TV I’d received for my birthday. I flipped it on to WXIX Channel 19 and reruns of Gilligan’s Island and Green Acres played in the background while I read. I had to get my mind clear for the final exams that...
July, 1982, Milford, Ohio I woke up early on Friday morning to make breakfast for Kara and her mom before she went to work. Mrs. Blanchard was surprised, but very pleased. After her mom left for work, Kara gave me a fierce kiss. “Thanks for staying in and cooking breakfast for us,” Kara said. “I hope that doesn’t cause you trouble with Stephanie, with you breaking your normal routine.” “Don’t worry about it,” I said, kissing her back. “We got in a bit later than I expected, and she’ll...
July, 1983, Chicago, Illinois After Rosie left, I stripped the sheets from my bed, as well as the cover of the duvet, and tossed everything into the washing machine. I lit a lavender candle in the room, and then swept and dusted. I did a quick spot-check of the rest of the house and noticed that the tub in the sauna needed to be cleaned. I scrubbed it, then mopped the sauna floor with a damp sponge mop. I finished cleaning the sauna about the time the washing machine finished, so I moved...
May 26, 1991, Iron Mountain, Michigan “Shall we see if we can find a farm?” I asked at breakfast on Sunday morning. “That sounds like a great idea,” Jessica said. “There’s a visitor’s bureau in town,” Kara said. “I saw it when we were here the first time.” “I’m sorry I ruined that vacation,” Jessica said. “Ruined?” I protested. “Are you kidding? Getting you back was way more important than a few days of vacation!” “I agree,” Kara added. “Jess, you know exactly how bad off Steve was...
August, 1984, Chicago, Illinois The rest of the week proceeded as expected - class on Wednesday, as well as the usual visit from Penny, work on Thursday, and class on Friday. Kara and I had lunch together at IIT, Sofia practiced her driving and parking, and I hung out with Mark Agnini after class for beers. Staci and I got into a couple of interesting debates about the Old Testament that Mark had to break up to allow others in the class to participate. She was very much of the ‘directly...
December 21, 2000, Mayo Clinic, Rochester, Minnesota “No shit, Doc!” I exclaimed. “Why the fuck do you think I’ve spent the last twenty-three years in one form of therapy or another? Will you stop treating me like a typical patient and acknowledge and respect that not only do I know myself, but I am NOT like anyone else you have ever met? I don’t fit into any of your cookie-cutter diagnoses nor can you put me in some little box on a chart and say that’s where I belong.” “Is that what you...
Well, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
March 25, 2000, Chicago, Illinois “What time do I need to have you home?” “8:00pm will be fine,” Misty replied. “My parents are in Normal visiting my brother at Illinois State. They aren’t supposed to be home before 10:00pm.” Misty and I were in my car on the way to the NIKA apartment which, fortunately, was not being used. With our expansion, it was in more or less regular use, and that meant I didn’t have access to it as often as I would have liked. I was glad there had been a delay in...
July 3, 1994, Oguni, Yamagata Prefecture, Japan It was raining hard when I woke up on Sunday morning, which meant I wasn’t going to be able to run, and would likely have the afternoon free as had happened one other day. Sakurako came to the cottage to ensure I was awake, even though I’d been waking up automatically at sunrise for the past week. When she left, I did my warm-up exercises, practiced my kata, then did a modified version of my warm-up exercises to make up for not being able to...
Andy woke a couple of hours later, his body ached and there was significant pain from the stripes across his arse. He remembered the reason for the pain, got in the shower and diligently shaved as commanded, he then got back into his basic bed and slept again.Andy was woken by the noise of metal clanking next to his bed. “Rise and shine 61. Put them on, ankles first, chains at the back, then your wrists behind your back”Andy looked at the item on the floor, it was two lengths of chain, each end...
January 17, 1989, Chicago, Illinois “What time do you have to leave this morning?” Kara asked as we showered together on Tuesday morning. “About 8:30am,” I said. “I’m driving over to get Jeri, then heading to O’Hare. We have an 11:00am flight. Assuming all goes well, we’ll be in the office by 3:00pm Pacific time. We’ll spend a couple hours going over the software then go to dinner. The demo is tomorrow. Our flight back on Thursday leaves LA at 11:00am, so we’ll be home by 8:00pm, I...
June 1977 Friday ended up being a non-event. The more I thought about it, the more I was sure that there was no way on this earth I could say what happened between Birgit and me was a sin. Calling it a sin would debase it into a meaningless act. I could never do that. And the more I thought about Jennie McGrath, the more sure I was that I couldn’t call what she did for me a sin, either. If the church was right, I was going to hell. And frankly, there was no way that could be true. So I...
May 11, 1992, Chicago, Illinois Monday was turning out to be a LONG day. After my run and talk with Gina, and my talk with Elyse, I had a full day at the office scheduled. First was our leadership meeting in the morning, and then I had status meetings with each team. At lunch I’d gone to see Siobhán and explained that I was going to break off the sexual relationship, but that I wanted to remain friends. She was disappointed, but admitted that Thursday would have been the last time, since she...
July 22, 2000, Chicago, Illinois “Albert, do you have everything packed?” Mom asked. “Yes, Mom!” I replied, rolling my eyes because she’d asked before I went to bed. “He’ll be fine, Babe,” Dad said. “Let’s walk to the hospital.” I usually didn’t get up early, but Dad had suggested it would help Mom if I walked to the hospital with her because I was leaving to see Jane for three weeks. Mom, Dad, Aunt Kara and I left the house and headed down the sidewalk towards the hospital where Mom and...
May 14, 1997, Chicago, Illinois “Start talking!” Melanie demanded when I sat down in her office about an hour later. “There isn’t much to say. Katya found the information for me when I asked her to look into several things about Brandon Littleton, Kevin Lomax, and John Milton.” “Do you know more about him?” “A LOT more. I don’t think you want to know.” “Probably not, but I’m your criminal defense attorney, and even though San Antonio doesn’t have you involved in this, you know the CPD...