He listened with his body motionless. The rustle of feet continued without any apparent attempt towards concealment. Dick lowered his body and watched...in the direction of the sound. His hand moved to the hunting knife on his belt.It was a girl with long dark hair tied into a tail. Young, she may have been just old enough for high school. Her head was turned down and her feet drug through the leaves. She wore a short, pleated skirt.Musta been thrown out of the car by a frustrated date, thought. A big burly biker laid on the pool table. He was big and strong and covered in tattoos. He was part of the group called the Cherry Popper. He was the leader. They were the biggest biker out there. He was wanted in 40 states. He was considered that baldest of the bad. He was now scared of this girl. Willow walked over to him. "Please no more..you're too much" 'He moan"Ahhh you not going to cry again are you" Willow laughed"Please" He said"This place has cool down. guess I got to HEAT it up". " he said."That's not what is bothering you Lamar. You are bothered because you didn't hit a home run last night. Like it or not, and sometimes I don't either, I have worked with giants among men over this last year and a half. Not every man, in every incident was a super hero, some like you were just good solid men. Good men who were doing the best they could in a difficult situation. There is no shame in not being a giant. The shame would have been, if I had allowed something to turn nasty. As Annie got off the phone she motioned me to come over to her.Speaking quietly, she went on, “Charles, that night is available for a table of twelve, but I wanted to tell you that there will be a celebrity singer there that night, to sing with the orchestra,” Annie said with a hint of a smile of her face.“Really Mom! Who?” I asked, just as quietly.“Michael Bublé,” Annie announced.“HOLY SHIT!”Everyone scrambled around us to find out the reason for my extraordinary ... blurt.“I am sorry for.