Now, my biggest issue is claustrophobia. However, I can manage. We can either discuss where I was last night, where I woke up this morning, or what ha...pened last night.”Stanley and Robert glanced at each other, neither as sure of themselves as they’d been.“How about if we start with what occurred last night, and continue with what followed.” Stanley lifted a spare pen, preparing to take copious notes.“Okay, essentially, you still maintain you don’t understand what happened, how you got back, or. Her mind snapped back to the present, the feel of his hand on her ass, that song. It had been in her head for the last week or so. She turned to look up at him and whispered, “I love this song.” He had just smiled and gripped her ass more firmly as though he had known all along.Walking through the bar to the foyer she had held her head high, proud to be there. She had imagined her head would be down, embarrassed, engaged, attached to this other man. Skulking in the darkness but now her smile. The son and dad threw their items to the ground and followed me as I walked out to the parking lot."Which one is yours?" I ask, looking at the carsThe dad pointed to a larger suburban with tinted windows. I promtly walked over to it and waited for the father to unlock the doors. We all got in and I began to strip off my clothes. Dad looked at his son and immedtaly started to kiss my mouth...he was sloppy and seemed unformtable...almost as if he hadn't been with a woman in years. The son though,. The forensics report on the gun matched the autopsy results. The bullets had been fired from the gun at a distance of six to seven feet, with a ballistics match and the proper level of powder residue. No surprise there. I went over after lunch and picked it all up and thanked him. He had been decent throughout the whole affair, even if the State Troopers had been assholes.We moved home on Friday. Marilyn and Charlie had spent the week cleaning up everything the cops had tossed around, all.