He was holding the lid of his tankard shut with his thumb. It didn’t look like he’d spilled any.“I keep tellin’ all you assholes not to make m... get up!” Caine yelled loud enough to be heard by the whole crowd. A lighting fast boot snapped into the back of Colin’s head and cracked his face into the ground. Everyone in the room winced. Then Caine seemed to twist, his body dropping and pivoting on the floor without letting go of Colin’s arm. The man who’d first hit Belita had started to rise now. It is black licorice that triggers my most vivid memory. Not just any black licorice, definitely not the popular ropes that most associate with the candy. The ones I mean are the small tidbits that look like two fluffy pillows stuck together, black on the outside but rich brown when pulled apart. They are actually made up of four pieces and are easily separated again lengthwise. As this ritual division is being completed, the licorice oil gets all over my fingers, not sticky like the licorice. " So taking a life is not something new to you?" No. I learned to hunt when I was thirteen. The act of killing does not bother me. I'm good at it; far too good, if you want my opinion. But it's not what I want to do with my life." Alright, Sergeant, that's enough for now. I'm going to schedule you for some additional evaluations and medical tests. Once the medical tests are complete and your regular physician releases you, you'll be allowed full freedom of the hospital and weekend passes off. Social nudity was second nature to him. The single-parented Mom inherited the peach and apple orchards they lived next to and she was damned if she was going to sell the farm she grew up on despite chronic hard times. During the peach harvesting season, he would sneak off and join the families of migrant workers for some late night skinny dipping at the swimming hole of the abandoned quarry about a mile down the road. The word got around, and sometimes he would be joined by school friends,.