"Understand this, Mr. Slater. You have been accused of a very serious violation. We take our skills seriously, we take our confidentiality seriously. ...e take our membership seriously." He leaned closer, lifting one eyebrow. "We are trained, skilled craftspeople , Mr. Slater. It is who we are. And we do not take kindly to unskilled 'hobbyists' stealing food from our children's mouths, so to speak," he sneered. "Not to mention the potential harm you might have inflicted." Luke thought of. I eventually got around to talking about things at work, and how worried I was about losing my job, with all of the responsibilities I had, I often get panic attacks about where my life is going, though I didn’t share that part with him. I did tell him about my overwhelming fear of failure, and how the situation at work along with some things in my personal life had really gotten me down recently. He seemed to relate really well, being as ambitious as I was. I listened to him talk about the. "He shocks me when he begins to dump most of a bottle of Scotch on the body of Megan. He stops takes several emotional gulps of air then he strikes a match and drops it on the body which erupts into flames. He turns at us, smiles and says, "Noo, th' huir can burn haur an' in heel!"I run over to the burning body of Megan, try to put the fire out but it's no damn good because Hammer poured too much Scotch on her. Son of a bitch! How in the hell am I going to explain Hammer setting Megan's corpse. We had a cuddle to keep warm and dry, he bent for a kiss then squeezed my hand. The cuddle made us both relax. As the rain poured down, even the ducks swam from the river into the more sheltered reeds nearby. He pulled me closer, around ten minutes passed.Eventually, the rain eased so we crossed the bridge looking at the torrent of waters flowing down the two weirs and over the falls. He saw a pool of still water and asked if I’d ever gone skinny dipping?As we made our way up the hill Wayne.