"Did you ever actually hear the woman say that he beat her?" he asked."Well she has a black eye," I said. "And she said that he had hurt her." You rea...ly fucked up, Fogerty," he said.He stepped out from behind his desk and gestured for me to follow him. We went into one of the interrogation rooms. I was ready to face the suspect. I was sure the bastard was going to cry police brutality or some other stupid complaint.No one seemed to care about the woman he had brutalized, only that his rights. He said he'd get a cab to our house. I told him we were just gonna stay in so it would be pretty casual. When Tom got to the house it was just like old times. Molly really seemed to perk up when we started talking about old times. We had mad a few margaritas and the conversation was just flowing along. I noticed that after a while the conversations always seemed to turn to sex. I had caught Tom checking out Molly's ass a couple of times when she visited the powder room. I didn't blame. I think that somewhere near the middle of the conversation she began to see that I felt attraction for her. I noticed that she looked at me differently, and that her voice was deeper and had more a breathy sound when she talked. Perhaps some stray voltage from my thunderbolt had randomly trickled through an open conductor and across the table to her. We closed the evening talking late, and she said OK when I asked her to let me take her to dinner the next evening. When I got home I thought. Thankful that the summer season was upon him and his studies at college would wait for a couple of months, he smiled as he once again pondered how he was going to waste his summer by pursuing pleasure.As he turned off the car's ignition, he looked up as the front door opened and his mother stepped out into the evening sun. Stepping out of the car and closing the door, Travis walked slowly to where his mother stood waiting for him at the edge of the porch. Reaching the foot of the steps, he.