”I could feel Karen’s eyes on me while I kept my own gaze on the dark road.“Mistake, my ass! You blew them up in cold blood, didn’t you? Could...’t you just inform the authorities?”This time I turned my head and looked at Karen for a second. She was disturbed but she was also serious. I shook my head slightly when I turned my gaze back to the road.“Karen, I guess at least one or two of them were persons from an authoritative, governmental job. Most probably those explosives were taken from some. Dirty would not come close to describing the place. The smell of stale beer hit my nose as I entered. There were maybe a dozen people, a few couples sitting down, and a few old men at the bar, sipping tall beers. Each table had an ashtray and under that, posters for the band with play dates and locations.I almost turned and ran back to my car, when the band started playing. One of my favorite tunes blared out; overcoming the dingy tables and chairs and the stale smells, I sat down. Beyond the. I could only wonder at Jennifer’s expression when she stopped looking back and again started looking at the television as I slipped the bat in and out again, but she spread her legs even further, and I could immediately tell by the extra bit that slid into her that she was pushing back, and in her new position, even the slightest pressure would slip more into her. She was opening herself wide, and I could hear her now, too. Small gasps escaped her lips on the inward strokes of the bat, and all. Charles was right about her workload and she was even bringing work home with her. The two usually sat in the living room both reading briefs and working on some corporate strategy. During this time, they would talk about other things. What they like, what they don’t like. Penny was mildly surprised that Charlie liked not only country music but classical. She was a fan of the opera but never saw a live one. The agreed on politics but differed about global warming. All in all they got along.