I put it to my lips, again, and feel the bottom being lifted. I peek over the top and see it is Tupac with a finger applying a little assistance to ra...sing the mug up for a healthy drink this time. I put it down finally and feel a little fuzzy in my head. That must be the alcohol, I reasoned. No, I have not had alcohol before, so the quick fuzzy feeling was a giveaway.More mugs of beer seemed to appear on the table from nowhere. And always they came as four mugs. Thankfully, the guys helped me. They moved side to side a bit and then fell still. I waited for the window to close again, but it didn’t happen. I waited in the rain unsure of what to do; my weight leaning towards the side gate and one hand in my pocket, white-knuckled fingers clenching the note I’d printed out. I was ready to pull it from my pocket in the blink of an eye and eat it if necessary to keep it from falling into enemy hands. Then…Like a little k** waking early on Christmas morning with the hope of finding Santa by. They continued their chant, and augmented it with a burst of applause.At the controls of the device, Calliope rolled the wheel that closed the brass cylinder around John's right nut. As Pandora promised, the skinned left nut slid out of the empty place that would have held the second chamber and lay in a puddle of its own gore on the wooden surface of the stool. Calliope extended her delicate finger and nudged it over the edge of the stool, so it dangled, dripping red, while she continued her. "I love watching the old reruns of Dragnet. In an hour, Jack Webb and Harry Morgan could solve a crime. I wish it was that easy today. I'm a cop too, only I'm not on television. I've been on the force for fourteen years and love my job. The only thing I love more in life than my job is my wife, Lydia, and my two daughters. There is nothing in this world I wouldn't do for them.I ran into a problem last Monday and am trying to deal with it. When I got home Lydia had my favorite dinner on the.