Jill Monroe

Ms. Jill MonroeDonor Relations Manager

Jill Monroe joined our staff in July 2007 as Donor Relations Manager.As Donor Relations Manager, Jill keeps in close contact with our wonderful donors who share an appreciation for the work of God here at the Bridgeport Rescue Mission.

Jill comes from a computer helpdesk background and later worked as church secretary for Mary Taylor Memorial UMC in Milford.For the past three years she was church secretary at the Covenant Church of Easton where she and her family are members.

Jill was raised in Norwalk, and now lives with her husband and young daughter in Trumbull.Jill and her husband are very involved in several of the ministries at their church and are representatives for Crown Financial Ministries and Tres Dias of Fairfield County.

Ms. Jill MonroeDonor Relations Manager

Jill Monroe joined our staff in July 2007 as Donor Relations Manager.

Jill Monroe, via Church Office, 371-8335

If you are interested in attending a graduation and witnessing for yourself God's amazing work in action, e-mail Jill Monroe for dates and times.

Jill Monroe Administrative Assistant

Ms. Jill Monroe Administrative Assistant

Jill Monroe joined our staff in July 2007. Jill comes from a computer helpdesk background and later worked as church secretary for Mary Taylor Memorial UMC in Milford and the Covenant Church of Easton, where she and her family are members.

Jill Monroe Volunteer Coordinator: Jill Monroe Jill@BridgeportRescueMission.org

Ms. Jill MonroeAdministrative Assistant

Jill Monroe joined our staff in July 2007.Jill comes from a computer helpdesk background and later worked as church secretary for Mary Taylor Memorial UMC in Milford and the Covenant Church of Easton, where she and her family are members.

Jill was raised in Norwalk, and now lives with her husband and young daughter in Trumbull.Jill and her husband are very involved in several ministries at their church, as well as Crown Financial Ministries and Tres Dias of Fairfield County.

"Hey, it'll be better than what'll happen to me if I get Jill to say yes," grinned Ralph.
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asked Jill.
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It was a sight Jill, his secretary and lover, had almost gotten used to in the years that she'd known him.In a way, she envied him.After all, she loved animals almost as much as he did (well, not counting snakes, which she'd never gotten used to, poisonous or not).But he was the one who could communicate with them telepathically.

He could still draw on that much of his power without changing physically into the Jaguar.

After another few seconds, she said, "What are they saying, Ralph?"

The mustached, black-haired man sighed and opened his eyes."So much, Jill.So very, very much."

"Nuts," she grumped.

"There's so much I need to do for them, Jill," he said, turning to face her.
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Jill pressed herself against him."Care to try some of that animal magnetism on me, tiger?"

"Don't think I could resist.But you know how it is, Jill.
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Jill Monroe, girl Friday, secretary, and the gal who warms your bed whenever you're home long enough to warm it?"She stood away from him.
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Jill tried to smile but couldn't.
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"I know, Jill.
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Jill turned again, stamped off to her room, and slammed and locked the door.

He knocked on it, twice."Jill, come on.We can talk about it."

"Tomorrow we can talk about it," she said from within.
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Both of them had great legs and were nifty distractions from his secretary, Jill Monroe.

Eventually things cooled down with Cat and Kree and heated up with Jill, and she moved in with him.He had crashed a Mighty Crusaders meeting once because just about every hero in America was doing so, got to meet a bunch of other super-heroes, and, like them, almost got killed by the Wizard and the Hangman.When that case wound up, the five Crusaders told the others to get packing.The Jaguar joined a three-man group that went nowhere fast.Finally, when the Crusaders made a comeback years later, he was asked to join and did so.
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It was this unique perspective that Jill Monroe never got her mind around, even though she was always there to help him splint a dog's leg or help a foundering cow.He tried to give her the analogy of a doctor's wife having to put up with emergency calls in the middle of the night, but she didn't want to buy it.

He had tried to serve both communities well, the humans by fighting supercrime and the animals by doing what he could when he needed them.He had saved German shepherds from being sacrificed by a weird cult.He had liberated a tribe of gorillas from neo-Nazis who wanted to experiment on them.He had, on occasion, opened the back of a dogcatcher's wagon when nobody had seen him, after ascertaining that none of its occupants was rabid.

But there were things the animals couldn't understand, either.Such as why, if animals had to be experimented upon by scientists for human benefits, humans could not be experimented upon for animal benefits.None of them seemed to like the idea of Dolly the sheep when he told them about her.At times, he was accused of being speciesist.He had come to a working accommodation with them all, and found that George Orwell's Animal Farm was of no help in understanding their politics.

He went on being the Jaguar.
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Jill had told him that if she ever caught him taking a whiz to mark the boundaries of his property, she was leaving, no questions asked.