The others,who knows? Depends on the situation."He pat his little toy proudly and climbed the ladder again and putit back in it's place on the shelf. ...hen he closed the glass panelup and spun the combination lock around a few times both ways andclimbed down again and pressed the red button on the desk.The entire panel sealed up so snug and tightly you couldn't tellthe difference from any of the other panels around the room.Now, finally, he offered his proposition. "Now I'm going to be veryclear. They might have soup.”“Thanks,” the old man with the bearing of a soldier or maybe a weight lifter, said.The agent watched the old man exited the waiting room carrying a small canvas overnight bag. He was glad to see him go frankly. The man walked out the door and turned right. He noticed that the whole left side of the main street was a railroad track. He could imagine that the trains once kept the town busy. These days the tracks had grass growing between them. The trains still came through,. "I feel like one. I hope you're ready," he groaned, "because I've been here almost an hour, thinking about you." Oh, I'm going to enjoy this." Smiling, she ran a hand over the smooth, warm skin, leaning forward to kiss the tip. She could see pre-cum oozing out of the end, and she lapped up a tongue-full. "Not bad," she remarked and started down for another taste, when Leon grabbed her head. "Don't do that, I, oh fuck!" he groaned, as she saw a spurt rocket out of the trembling head, and land in. The group of friends that came were the same ones who had been out partying with Caroline when she went missing. Courtney had interviewed all of them yesterday morning before calling for help.Courtney introduced them to me as the "big boss". Again there was that term again."You're the one who found Caroline, and you're the one who you made the guy talk. It's all over the college rumor mill. Is it true were you really going to cut off his fingers to save Caroline," one of the girls asked."Do not.