He did not fool around, but headed straight for the facility, and the guard lolled around near the door.Once Tony was safely inside, I lined up a shot...with my pistol. I aimed at the guard’s gut. What I wanted was a disabling wound, but not one that would kill him immediately so that we could extract some information. A hit from my hollow-point bullet was going to tear up enough of the guard’s innards that he was not going to be thinking of much else before I had a chance to talk to him.I fired. ”“I know what you mean, I’m a historian,” Phil said.Nestor said, “I guess there is about as much demand for historians as there are for literature majors.”“Yeah. Magus really saved my life,” Phil said.“How?” Nestor asked.“I used to work at the DMV in Chicago,” Phil said. A pained look flashed across his face.“Say no more,” Nestor said. Wanting to avoid further discussion of a painful topic, he said, “I’m kind of surprised by the office. I wasn’t expecting something so luxurious.”“I know what. He was unsure of how she would feel about this so he tried to do it discretely, avoiding a protest from her. She was not stupid and quickly knew what he was attempting, but played along for the enjoyment of them all. The drinks continued and they all loosened up even more. Paul’s phone rang and it was his wife – after a brief talk, he hung up and commented about how happy he was that Chris’ wife was the one here and not his own. Megan liked this – she enjoyed knowing that of all the wives, she. The thought disgusted him, and the rock hard erection he was suddenly sporting under the table irritated him even more. How was it possible that a bunch of losers like them could get girls that hot? He could see the group saying their goodbyes. They exchanged hugs once more, and the girls were on their way again, leaving the group of boys sniggering quietly amongst themselves.The girls walked off to the other end of the food court, chatting happily, and disappeared around the corner. Ben sat.