He did realize that she had undergone some sort of profound change. Her sexuality had awakened and she had developed a taste for big dick. Harry felt ...otally responsible. He also felt a little embarrassed that he couldn't keep up with her. "Well, little darling,' let's see what I can do. I will try my best to take care of you."He decided to get up and get his things together. He would need to leave since Jim was coming back tonight. Tracy was busy cleaning up.Tracy came back downstairs after. What was going on? She was frightened, very, very frightened. What did Clete want? She was sure that he meant to blackmail them with some evidence of an affair that Mark was having. She felt in her purse for her checkbook.She stood there a long time, gazing at the bell on the counter, unable to bring herself to ring for service. This was insane! She had no business in a place like this. Why should she have to get Mark out of a jam that he had gotten himself into? Mark was the one being. Oh boy. Along the top of the front counter lined up some two dozen brown bags contents unknown. I assumed those were the infamous grab bags. Patrons bet money, anything from a penny to a dollar, for day old donuts. Like a box of chocolates, you never knew what you were gonna get. The only grab bag I was familiar with were the kind at parish picnics run by grandmas and spinsters who filled them with cheap drugstore toys and crocheted pot holders. ‘Why is it Sprite’s Delights?’ I asked pulling. "Ken Halverson," the officer replied. "I was first on the scene. Precinct told me you're going to be in charge."Grace shrugged. "News to me," she said. "Gimme what you got, Corporal."Halverson pointed to an area just off the cross-street nearest the freeway. "We have a report from a bus driver that a black four-door pulled out into the street there and stopped and opened fire on this Mitsubishi. We found a whole sea of nine-mil empties out there, probably a MAC-11 or even an Uzi. Pretty heavy.