Now tell us what did Carpenter want with a little shit like you?"The plan here was for Curtis to get the idea that these guys weren't looking for Simm...ns at all. If he thought that they were looking for me, Curtis might be more likely to let slip where Simmons could be found and get himself out of the obvious jam he found himself in."I don't know! I told you, I just gave evidence against him in court a few years ago. I figured the guy was gonna work me over. I got out of there as quickly as I. They're going to be on our side just as long as their interests and ours coincide. Their interest is the snake, and they have a real talent at making a pain in the ass of themselves. I asked around." She seemed real helpful." She did, indeed. She gave us a straw to grasp at. But, you ever hear of the snail darter?" That was ten years ago," Musgrave said, "But Carter really looked like an idiot on that." Wasn't real difficult for him," Don said. "I can give lectures on that subject, but that's. She didn’t work so there was an awful lot of free time during the day and she started cruising around on the web seeing what she could find. A girlfriend told her about porn sites which, besides getting her wet down there, made her realize how mundane her sex life had been for quite a while. Her husband, Harold, didn’t seem to be very interested in her anymore. Sure, she was in her mid-40s but her tits weren’t sagging too badly and she’d put on a little bit of weight but nothing that destroyed. We had a long journey ahead of us.We drove as the sun rose, talking, happy."Look in the glove box," she said suddenly.I looked in and found a pair of fishnet tights and a bottle of Amarigescent."I want you to wear them for the rest of the journey so I can feel themwhen I touch you."We pulled in to the next service stop. I went in to find somewhere tochange. She stayed outside for a while and chatted to some workmen.I found a private cubicle and put on the fishnets. I replaced my straightclothes.