Linda sat down and asked me to get her another drink. Rather than get up and go to the bar, I happened to catch one of the bar maids and orderd us bot... another. I looked back over my shoulder and saw that guy was still sitting alone. He was, most certainly, there by himself. Just as our drinks came I saw Mr. lonely walk up to our table. He looked straight at Linda. “May I have this dance?” he asked her. I piped right up. “No thanks,” I said. He looked at me and said, “I was talking to the. "You must be his wife, Martha," I said looking directly at her for the first time since very briefly doing so at the front door. Seeing her husband's reaction, her previous anger quickly turned into worry. I reached out to shake her hand, which wasn't offered. As soon as our hands met, I jerked her towards me, wrapping my left arm around her waist. I pulled her so that she was in front of him."Matt, do something!" Martha said frantically as my right hand began caressing her right breast through. I would prefer not being recognized by a thug," It obviously sounded as reasonable to Robert as it had to Chief Deputy Webster."That sounds prudent," he said."I'm not the TV guy," I said to him, but why not have the camera man film you walking up to the car with your cane. It will kind of put the whole story in context." I suggested. It would also shift the viewers attention to Robert. Hopefully I would just be a sideline. I expected him to agree since TV reporters are all attention. . That jerk Saitou is on his way to Kyoto too... (grrr). (aloud) Something about this place looks familiar. Or is it just me?(His stomach growls fiercely.)Sanosuke: Damn. You get mad, you get hungry. (He unwraps a bean jam bun from his pack.) Last one. After this I'll probably have to start catching frogs to eat. (tossing it in his mouth) Oh well.(The ground rumbles under his feet. Sanosuke stumbles, and the bun hits the ground. He looks at it sadly for a long minute. Then he stuffs it in his.