I said yes and I met her at the train station and she came off the train looking great with her black hair hanging around her shoulders, her hazel eye... glistening, tight t shirt that made her 38Cs look great and tight jeans that showed off her figure. She looked like she was in her late 30’s. She greeted me with a big open-mouthed kiss. We spent the next several minutes with our tongues in each others’ mouths and hands roaming over each others’ bodies. We were friends meeting for the first. It makes me feel good.”I looked in his desperate face. Twelve years old and already addicted. He was strongly considering taking the guy’s offer and selling the shit to his classmates to pay back the money he owed. But Scott didn’t realize that at the rate he was going, he would never have paid it off. He would have always owed money, either from the so-called interest of his original loan or from supporting his own habit. He had swallowed the bait, and the hook was embedded in his intestinal. ”“Type refine link gasoline,” Mike said hoping that he would get some reports on the levels in the gas tanks.“There are only three articles left,” Cathy said.“Pull one of them up by clicking on it,” Mike said.“Okay.”“Does it say how much gasoline was in the van?” Mike asked.Cathy scrolled down the description of the van. She found that it held a three quarters of a tank of gasoline.Nodding her head, she said, “Three quarters of a tank was left in it.”Looking over at Jim Donnelly, he said, “Jim,. The café closes at eight.”“Sharp guy,” she said, as she closed the door.“What do you mean?”“He got a look at the car without making it obvious.”“Who cares?” I asked.“He was making sure we didn’t have other people in the car, who we didn’t pay for,” she said. “Plus I bet his memory is sharper than you think. If there’s a problem, he’ll remember what the car looks like. He might even have verified the license plate.”“Anybody can see the license plate,” I pointed out.“Yes, but most people don’t.