It was lovely and warm. I brought the bottle out in a glass cooler.Taking my spare hand in his he said. "What time is he going to be home?"I ignored t...e question."Peter what we have done so far is bad but the situation isn't irretrievable." What do you mean?" He asked running his fingertips wonderfully suggestively up my forearm and stroking the inside of my elbow. It felt nice so I didn't stop him or move my arm away. His knee pressed against mine and I didn't move that either."We haven't gone. I’m not working, as you already know.’ He did know that, he’d asked her to practice knowing they’d be able to spend the rest of the day and evening together. ‘Cool,’ he said. ‘I’ll meet you in about twenty minutes.’ ‘Lena and I were thinking of having dinner together,’ Hilary said before he could turn away. ‘Why don’t you check with Obie and see what he thinks?’ Mark didn’t really want to – he wanted Hilary all to himself – but he knew Lena was her best friend and he didn’t want to scare her by. My ladies and I were waiting in the lee of a building across the parking lot from the town’s small community center. We counted five men and women entering over the last half hour and expected three more.The group was only half the situation. Our intelligence indicated that three sponsors and their pre-packs were prisoners locked in the basement. Motives weren’t clear, and we were again present in our roles as deputies to free the prisoners, find out why they were being held, and arrest their. Cleaned and polished though, the tub looked good, sitting solidly on four steel claw feet, black on the outside, and polished porcelain white on the inside. It didn't look remotely new, but its scars looking interesting, as though it had stories to tell. It still sat where they had initially dropped it, askew but somehow correct, in the middle of the large floor, its black-and-whiteness something of a hippie cousin to the checkerboard tiles it sat upon.When the door creaked open, Laura.