Slim announced that he had found the perfect place to "go hunting" for their company. Now sober, the three discussed the scheme again and decided that...they would go forward with the plan.A few minutes after 4 on Friday afternoon the three buddies had settled into their selected observation site. Parked at the edge of the local mall's large parking lot the three men had a perfect vantage site to observe women entering and leaving an up-scale women's health and fitness club that was situated on. ”“Thank you. Thank you …” She couldn’t move from the bed, rather she slumped down, her ass resting on her heels, her cum-and mascara-smeared face crumpling as her whole body started to shake with sobs. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. All my stupid fault …”Aaron’s kinder instincts kicked in and he wrapped an arm around her, letting her head rest on his shoulder. But he was angry with her and he felt a deep resentment every time guilt arose for anything he had done. Yes, all her stupid fault. “What. "I have to take it off to drive. I can let the seatback far enough, but when I do my feet barely touch the pedals," shelooked sourly under the table. "Damned short legs." So what are you going to do when you can't take it off?" she asked."I was going to ask you to see if you could lay your hands on a goodrunaround car for a grand or so at the auction for me." I don't know about that just now, the auto auction has been closed sincethe Shift, but if it opens up before then. I'll keep my eyes open. He knows art. He is himself an artist, a man who sees the world around him and feels an unsatisfied hunger until he has made his own artifact of it. Often he must make a painting, a drawing perhaps, a tangible something that reflects what he has perceived, something that absorbs the external world into his being and expresses it outward again. It is the artist’s pang to experience deeply. One of the paintings has captivated him. It is a scene showing a cove on a lake, rocks and pebbles rising.