“Can I get you anything? Is this a whiskey shots kind of discussion?”“It might be but I’ll have to drive.”“A shot or two won’t hurt,” ... offered.“Grab it,” she said.I put down the bottle and two shot glasses. She looked up at me, “Drinking with others now?”“Not since you were last here. I just had a feeling the last conversation wouldn’t be the last one I’d want to calm my nerves for.”“Things don’t turn out well when there are secrets.”“I don’t have any secrets here.”“Are you sure?” Her eyes. Not even a company designation. My innate curiosity was perked.The parking lot was about half full when daddy shut off the engine. We got out and walked into the building. Immediately upon entering the building I stopped. Four MPs dressed in fatigues, with M-16 drawn, stood behind a metal counter which gave access to the rest of the building through a metal security door. None of the MPs was higher ranked than Sergeant. Another soldier sat at a typewriter. He was in his dress uniform and looked. I'm not sure. “He knows he was a d-bag. He feels horrible about it. He's the one who said I should seek you out, actually. Not that it was hard, when I asked the right people.” “This is probably some of the best news I've ever been told. I hated losing my best friend and the girl I am in love with. Two people I love deeply.” “Are you, do you, I mean, do you still love me?” It is her turn to stumble over her words, her face turning ten shades of red. “Always, once it bloomed, it never went away,. Interior lights came on briefly, bathing the car in bright artificial light, but after a few seconds, they went off again. So much for the perfection of Japanese technology!In the pitch-dark train, I wondered how long this tunnel was -- trying to remember from the reverse route I'd taken that morning. But I'd been reading then, and there had been ample light. I couldn't really remember.The man behind me finally managed to wedge his hand up to his crotch. "Sorry," he muttered in English as he.