His voice sounds old, almost deathly compared to the man whose sitting before us as we go around with his smoke watching. ‘Lisa, I … I don’t kn...w how this all happened, everything was great, man… it really was.’ He takes another sip of his beer and another deep inhale already preparing the next one. Its story time, what’s story time with a cigarette or ten? ‘Well, after Vanessa left, I was devastated.’ He’s turning back the clock a few years it seems, Vanessa a love of his from when he was. Apple pie… Blue Waters… Sitting bolt upright and clearing his throat, John began shuffling the papers strewn before him with renewed importance, ignoring De Haven’s curious expression. ‘I’ve got nothing but piles and piles of paperwork to finish out the Michigan project, and then I’ll be done with that.’ ‘Sol wanted that yesterday.’ Blackie interrupted, playing along with the lightening quick change of subject. ‘He told me to tell you.’ His classically handsome face lit up with it’s usual grin.. If he's got that hang-up, then I won't see him again. I won't let myself be stifled by a double standard that's been plaguing this society since Victorian times."She paused to let him answer, but he didn't say anything. "Last night was good, Phil. You needed a woman and I needed a man. We had sex and we both enjoyed. It was honest."He nodded in agreement."And to be strictly honest," she continued, "I'd like it to happen again..."He moved to her, taking her in his arms and kissing her long and. The drummer steered clear of both of them not wanting any grief from Kid or the husband. She saw the Kid digging out some fresh rounds of ammo from his blanket roll and filling his rifle and the ammo belt over his shoulder. She noticed that the bullets were identical for both the rifle and the six-shooter and thought that it was beneficial to have that convenience of similarity. She said a little prayer for the soul of the poor savage who had fallen to the long-gun and hoped he had gone to his.