I’ve got some work I need to catch up on. See you in the week.”“Thanks, man,” were his final words to me. The look we shared communicating far...more than his last words.Sue gave me a lingering kiss as I turned to go, our eyes connecting and saying all that was needed as Sue’s handheld the overnight bag she’d discretely stowed in the car.As I waited to pull out onto the quiet road, I cast a final look in the rearview mirror, just in time to see Sue closing the front door. The image being the last. I haven't killed anyone yet..." Why don't we walk and see how hungry we are when we get to the Park Café?" Sounds like a plan," I agreed, standing.We'd walked a few paces when I felt her hand slip into mine; I gave it a little squeeze. I felt ... I was going to say, I felt like a teenager, but that wouldn't be true; I hated being a teenager (but that's another story). But I had that weird feeling – if you've felt it, you know what I mean, if not, no description will work. 'Butterflies in the. The shed was directly under the kitchen window and he could still hearhis mother yelling at the twins. The voice faded and then came back asshe marched them upstairs and into there room directly above the kitchen. He could tell by the tone that she was really mad, more aboutthe fact the twins would not be allowed at the catholic school nextyear then what happened on the playground.Quite suddenly, the voice was intermixed with the sound of a leatherbelt slapping bare skin. Colin new the sound. You seem to have a bit of everything in here. Wish I could spend more time to browse. Thanks again, bye." I waved at him, and thought, 'nice guy, maybe I will have a chance to stop on the way back.'I took off again, and some hours later, checked into my hotel. Man was I bushed! I threw off my clothes and did a face plant on the bed..."Brriiing!" the phone at my bedside with my wake up call!I grabbed it and mumbled, "Thanks, I'm up," and hung it up.Didn't I just lie down? No, it was light.