"And that is why I will never wear top hats

"Not really," replied George nonchalantly. "The only thing to fear is fear itself." But Aaron knew better. He thought George was terrified of women. So to prove his theory, Aaron

crammed fifteen women in George's bedroom closet and waited for the screaming to begin. Nothing came of it, though - well, except for the prison sentence for kidnapping and

a lovely wrist band made by a crazed fan. George's attack on the fifteen women had lead him to become infamous in the prison pen pal scheme. Thousands of love letters would arrive

but he couldn't read. That was the ingenious part. He held himself out as a prison pen pal but George the warden couldn't read. But he could write. He relied on a prisoner named

Eli. Eli was blind as a bat - but he could read. Using radar. And braille. Not that Eli had hands either. He used his feet. Eli's story was an interesting one. He had committed a m

-m-m... It wasn't something he wanted to talk about.

He began to search for words to express his fear and trepidation. There were not many she would understand. They had too many syllables and too many consonants to pronounce well.

Besides, English, German & Polish were out of the question. Haitian for fear was pè but trepidation was ajitasyon. He opted for maori "wehi me te feaa." She looked at him intensely

, almost as if she understood and was debating whether to respond. "NuqneH," she finally replied. Klingon?