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He had some duct tape in the back of the truck and retrieved it before getting in to drive off. He figured he had eyes on him at any given second and didn't want to take the chance of getting caught with the disks. He rolled off a piece about thirty six inches long, rolled it into a roll small enough to fit into his pants pocket, and drove off toward Lanes office again. He spoke to Sandy and asked to see Lane. "Oh, I'm sorry, I was sure I told you he wouldn't be back today," she said apologetically. "You know what, I think you did. I'm just not myself any more. I'm sure sorry to bother you. I'll come back later and talk to Lane when I'm not so pent up." Will fibbed. "Oh, you're not a bother. And it's quite all right to feel that way considering what you've been through. You come back any time and spend as long as you want!" She smiled at him, and he couldn't help but see she was a very attractive woman. Very nice personality as well. "Thanks again," William said and started for the door. Then he stopped. "By the way, can I use the restroom while I'm here?" "Sure, it's right through the door to the left," she said, standing in the doorway pointing. She stood with her back to the door, looking all pretty! William made his way to the little door to which she pointed, and when he heard the door shut against which she was leaning, he quickly walked from the men's room to the ladies room. He quickly taped the disks to the underside of the change table, then hurriedly left. "Thank you very much," he said as he left the hallway. Sandy was standing against the back wall, and waved to him as she answered the phone. William was very relieved. He thought about the way things might have turned out had the FBI or Dr. Kny-pel gotten a hold of the disks. It didn't matter to him so much that the FBI got them, he just didn't want to be the subject of more investigations, testing, questioning or otherwise. He just wanted to be left alone. That evening while preparing a little TV dinner, he sat down to read the mail. The note Lane had written was still on top, and it seemed as though he was reading it again for the first time.
It was a nice touch. Ending with 'Uncle Lane. William appreciated it very much. Sounded like family, and family is what he needed at the moment! But William could not believe what he was reading! Finally, this whole ordeal is about to be over with. Suddenly, there was a calm that seemed to just kind of settle down over him. The tempest over the disks would be over with when he did what he had decided to do. It was all worked out. The disk fiasco would be taken care of. He hadn't realized what a huge part of his life the ordeal with the disks was. He sat there considering the whole deal related to the disks. The disks were the whole reason for what he and Sharon had just gone through. They were the reason he and Sharon were no longer together. ![]() But, why didn't the weight of the Death Sentence disappear? Why was it still so heavy on his shoulders? Why was it still so constant in his mind? The vision of the hangmans noose was always visible in his mind. It danced through his dreams; it would show up as swinging menacingly in the wind . . . And, the chance of his beloved wife coming back to him. If she did, would it ever be the same? Would it ever be honest, loving and without suspicion between them? He had seen this very day two very attractive women who seemed to be as lonely as himself. Within a stones throw from where he sat right this instant was a very nice lonely young lady. And nice looking too! But, she was not Sharon. No one would ever be Sharon. No one could ever replace Sharon. He wanted no one but Sharon. William was never one to weep. He was usually stoic, but this time, his emotions came up, came out and overflowed. He needed help and release from all the problems pressing in on him from every side. He had been pulled from every direction, tortured mentally as well as physically. He had faced death time and time again. He still felt guilt from something he had done, yet, not he, but, a robot, a zombie if you will. He had felt this range of emotions for so long, much too long actually. First the weight of the Death Sentence, then the loss of his wife, then the torture, then the guilt, then the loneliness . . . then, the depression. The noose was coming in and out of the vision of his mind. It was looking good tonight. The noose was looking like a welcome reprieve. Yep, death was looking mighty good tonight. His good old buddy, the grim reaper, just might score sometime soon . . . But not tonight! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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