" I'm surprised he hasn't called you after what happened yesterday evening." What are you talking about? I haven't heard from anyone since I got back,...other than the other night." Butch and another Trooper stopped a large flatbed yesterday and when they walked up to it, the three inside opened up on them with automatic weapons. They were both hit several times but they had vests on. They kept them in the hospital because they both have several broken ribs. I have the truck here as I was the one. Alone. Like every night. Maybe don't dwell on that, huh? No one likes sad sap.You're pulled out of your ruminations by the radio turning to static. Really loud static. Weird. this doesn't happen. Like, ever. You curse and try to turn down the volume. Weirder still, that doesn't work. A pounding begins to overtake your head. Your vision blurs. All you can think is that, out here in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, you're going to crash and die. Everything goes black."Richard Arkane. Awaken!" A. ”“These two fit just right. He has a good eye.” He smiles. “Although I wouldn’t mind seeing the one that was too tight.”He tells his wife he needs to prepare for a meeting tomorrow.She pouts, “Okay. Go play with your computer.”“Look at it this way, I don’t have to go to the office and work nights like I used to.”“I see your point. Don’t take long.”Lynn takes off her outfit and bra and puts on a robe. She goes downstairs, pours a glass of wine for herself and a beer for her husband. She takes. ’ He knew it was from Velvet at the mention of those words. He grinned, asked Chauncey to wait and dashed back upstairs. He selected a pair of denim and leather jeans, short boots and a comfortable shirt, tousling his hair before he left. He took the elevator back down and presented himself to the driver who gave him a respectful bow of approval. Chauncey opened the doors and they sped off toward Daytona, ending the journey in front of her house. ‘Uh, Chauncey, I didn’t ask, but do I have.