She feared that heharbored a secret well of violence that might one day flood over thebanks of his precarious sanity. She could almost see the headlin...s:Slaughter at the Blue Cat.Grace poo-pooed her fears. She waved off the man's flailing haranguesagainst the government, the Martians, or whoever else crossed hisparanoiac radar like she would a child throwing a tantrum. He was more inneed of comfort and calming than a straightjacket in Grace's view. Acookie, a cup of tea, and a kind word were. “We are swingers” he said “once a month we have our friends come over, we all get naked and have fun”. When he finished his beer he gave Debbie a soft slap on the butt “ every second Saturday of the month,would love to see you two there”. He then thanked me and Debbie for the show and walked out leaving me in awe of what just happened. “Swingers hmm”Debbie said “that could be fun ,I may have to research that. In the meantime lets go into the bedroom and have sex”she said taking my hand leading. Patrick had to "run an errand." He probably went to meet the perfumed bimbo from Saturday night. Danny had wandered out the door without saying where he was going and Heather was up in her room probably gabbing on the telephone. Well, she might as well go up to her room and try on the purchases she made at the mall.Lani had always thought the garter belt and stocking combination looked attractive. Actually, those catalog models could make anything look attractive but that was beside the point.. While Junior was in the barn he knew his Papa would lock away the plane and the chemicals safely in the new hangar before he was home. There was water plumbed in at the hangar so he could wash up and change his clothes, isolating any chemical contamination to that one spot.I had changed out of my office clothes but was still much more smartly dressed than I normally was in the evening, Junior may have thought if he noticed. Although the Harris farm was one of the best in the county, we were not.