I finally had to threaten to shoot him to get him to come with me to move the body to the undertaker."The dead man didn't have no identification on hi... an' his face was such a mess that nobody would recognize him. We'll probably never know who he was. I guess it don't make any difference, but I'd like to know if this here assassination attempt was his idee or was he hired fer the job. I did notice that he had that funny burning cross tattoo on his left hand." Shit, have we got those nuts to. However, one day in senior year I noticed something different. She was withdrawn. This wasn’t unusual as all the students were beginning to feel the pressure of impending exams. This time I knew it was more than that, I saw the bruises and her tender side, I saw the way she was limping and trying to keep a brave face. I asked her to tell me how it happened, but she came up with a weak excuse, telling me she tumbled down the stairs. Right? There was only one small set of stairs at her. The barman was stunned for a second. In all the time he'd owned the bar,he'd never been hit on by a customer, let alone by one as gorgeous asthis woman and certainly not in such a bald, straightforward manner. Hegrinned in delight and answered, "Sure, honey. Why don't you comethrough the back and find out? Can't have my customers leaving withoutsatisfaction."The women slid seductively from the stool and followed the waddlingbarman down the corridor to his office.Single guys can disappear. When he left I turned around and headed into the hotel. I watched out of the corner of my eye as the valets stared at me as I walked past them. It turned me on to know two young guys were checking me out. I was actually glad not to see anyone in the lobby or elevator, I was really tired. I headed straight for my room to get ready for bed. I stripped naked, and crawled into bed. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I woke up early on Monday morning. I had forgotten to pull the drapes.