“NOW!” Dave demanded.“He’s put his finger…” she tried again, “…in my butt.”Her facial expression was priceless. Dave, on the other h...nd, was disappointed with her description. He suddenly wrapped his strong hand around my wife’s throat and pulled her up into a standing position, yet his other hand was still pushing up and in between her butt cheeks.“Your BUTT?” Dave yelled, “What the Fuck! You’re not talking to your neighbors at a dinner party!”I’m not sure how my wife felt at Dave’s sudden. As far as I was concerned, the guy was guilty just because he was a vice president. That’s my version of “the butler did it.” I supposed I’d have to investigate everybody in the company in order to prove it.I didn’t have long to stew about it. The door opened and a slightly balding man a little shorter than me strode through the door with purpose. He closed the door and then turned to me.“Hamar? I’m Arnold Dennis. Don’t get up.” I’d begun to rise when he entered the room, but settled back. This. She went over to the elderly man.“I’m going to leave them there. I don’t know if they have neck injuries, or not.”“That’s probably a good idea.”Betsy said, “Would you watch over these folks? I’d like to see what happened to the folks in the back of the plane.”“Go ahead,” the man said.The tail of the plane was fifty yards away from the front of the plane. The people inside were obviously dead. Betsy looked away, saddened by the loss of life. She circled around the tail and spotted a line of. Just get in position." Yes," Kathy said mechanically."Hey, don't forget the mutt," Pete said, pushing Saber toward her."That's the last thing she'll forget," Connie said from behind one of the prop curtains. "I'm back here to root you on, kid."Kathy looked at the brunette and saw her smile kindly at her. She smiled back, and saw that Bob was behind his wife, winking at her. Something must have happened between them, And whatever it was, it looked as if peace were declared between them. Kathy.