We were usually the last ones to leave the beach bar which closed when the last guest left, this particular night I had been flirting a lot with the a...beautiful young black barman called Jess and James my new black lover. At about midnight I told Rob I was making a move back to the beach bungalow, he said he would be along in a few minutes, as a parting shot I asked him to bring a bottle of champagne with him; he waved and went back to chatting with some other guests. About 20 minutes later I. He sat back down. “Dammit!” he shouted, as he pounded the coffee table with his fist.“What’s the matter?” asked a familiar voice from around the corner. The voice belonged to Kayla, his wife. “Stupid Gators,” he said. “They lost. In the first round.”“They were up just a few minutes ago,” she said. “What happened?”“I guess they lost. Sometimes I think you could teach a rhesus monkey to coach better than our coaching staff,” he said.She moved closer to him. “Why is it so upsetting to you?” she. ”“Kyle, I don’t know what you’re going to do with these supplies, but it’s going to take more than one trip down that path to deliver them.”“Good point. I suggest while you’re shopping you also pick up some groceries and add everything except the wood to those sacks. That way you’ll just need to bring the wood to my window then bring everything else through the front door as part of the groceries.”“I can do that no problem. When do you think you’ll be ready?”“Sometime after it gets dark, but. That would work.I wanted a drink but thought better of it. Guess I was ready. I drove at a reasonable speed over to the Publix and parked. About ten to six, Sarah showed up. She said, "I talked to a friend of mine who is in the Sheriff's department and I have a hint of what's going on. They're cooking up some kind of charge against you and the cops are going to arrest you. Do you still want to go through with this or run? After the last time I had someone go to jail, I'd say run."I was sick,.