The music in the bar was loud and to talk you had to shout intothe person's ear. Jill leaned over. "What's up with you tonight? You don't normally...rink anything but beer; by the way, what is that?" Danny held up the glass and grinned. "Margarita, I think." Jill shook her head and sipped her vodka. She could nurse one drinkthe whole night, and the nice thing about drinking vodka was that shecould switch to water and no one would notice. She glanced at her watch and was about to. "I'm all yours."Now intimately close, Mark felt her ragged breaths on his neck as he fucked her. He felt her hips buck in answer to his thrusts, mashing her clit against his pubic hair. Her moaning rose in pitch as she neared orgasm.Another stranger walked in the restroom behind them. Mark saw him in the mirror but didn't dare stop. This man was older, wearing a trucker hat on top of salt and pepper whiskers and a dimpled chin. He took in the scene and reached for his crotch. Without a word, he. ”I finished my sandwich, put the plate in the dishwasher, and headed off out of the back door. Less than two minutes later I knocked on their back door and waited. Cal’s mother opened it a minute later and looked surprised when she saw me there.“David,” she said, “come on in. Tell me, since when did you knock and wait at this door?”“I didn’t know whether you’d want me coming in now,” I replied.“David, regardless of what may or may not happen between my daughter and you, you are still welcome in. “I have no idea,” I admitted. The man seemed to deflate at that comment. “If we do need one, we’ll let you know,” I offered. We finally introduced ourselves. The attorney was George Pate and his wife was Lydia.Emma doctored my wounds--two scratches on my right arm, one on my left cheek, and one on the left side of my neck. Captain Roberts was aghast when he saw the scratches, but relaxed when he heard how it happened.May 20St. Louis was the northern extent of the contacts the captain had. Once.