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    "I'm sorry, what?" I questioned, quite rudely I admit.  The second doctor, Dr. Sanchez sighed and repeated herself.
    "Due to the trama this experience has induced, you don't want to be touched by males.  Their touch will feel cold to you."
    "And what do you suggest I do?"
    "Therapy, quite a bit of it.  A friend of mine is a specialist, I can give you her card."
    "Can't you just give me a pill?"
    "I'm sorry," she frowned delicately, "the good news is physically you're in great shape, a few bruises is all."
    "Perfect," I sighed, more tired than I'd been in awhile.  I closed my eyes and drifted off.

Some time later a nurse shook my shoulder to wake me.
    "Ms. Randt? There's a detective here to see you."  I climbed out of bed and spying my clothes in a corner pulled them into the bathroom.  I took my time getting dressed, not really looking forward to talking about what had happened any further.  When I finished the nurse led me to the cafeteria which at this time, about 2 am, was pretty abandoned.  A rather grizzled detective sat across the table, once he saw my approach he opened his folder and pulled out some photographs.  I sat gingerly sizing him up, he definately looked like one of the cops you do not want to bs. 
   "Ah, Ms. Randt, glad to see you're looking well.  I'm afraid I need to take your statement about the eight men who assaulted you."  I nodded silently.  "You can start anytime."
   "Oh, of course.  Well, I went into the bar and sat down, someone sent me a drink but I dumped it in the bathroom, it was disgusting.  On the way back to my stool I tripped, they must've thought I was drunk or something because that's when they attacked."
   "I can see that this is difficult for you, so if you would just identify the men who attacked you, that'll be all I need."  I slid photographs of the seven who attacked me toward him, leaving only Drew's picture, somehow the camera could not detract from his eyes they still entranced me.  "I'm sorry Ms. Randt, but you've left one, are you saying he didn't attack you?" 
(You know what happened here so I'll skip forward a bit.)
    "Alright, if that's how you want this to go, I'll release Mr. Hale, but only into your custody.  You'll be completely responsible for him."
    "He's not my child for Christ's sake!" I objected loudly.
    "That's the only way I'm doing it, of course it shouldn't be a problem if you've been honest with me.  Is there something you want to tell me?"
    "Yes, actually.  Release Mr. Hale."