Katterman dropped your daughter off there, at the northeast entrance, at approximately 4:10pm." What else?" George asked quietly."Nothing," English sh...ugged while lighting up another cigarette. "I only followed Katterman. He went to some gentleman's club downtown, someplace called 'Barely Luck'. He had a few drinks I'd wager, but he returned to his Hilton room later that evening without incident."George tried to absorb everything. The picture English was painting suggested a dirty, obvious. “If you think you hard now, wait till you see what I am going to do with them.” My adrenaline was pumping. I could not wait to get home. She went to say good bye to her friends, and then grabbed my hand, and said, “Come, lets go!” I could not concentrate driving home. I could not speak. On the way home, she asked me, “Do you fantasize about fucking me?” “Yes," I said nervously. “But , I fantasize about watching you with other men more.” She looked at me and said, “I have been watching you, I. Peter quickened his pace, afraid that he could lose her. As he turned the corner, he saw her standing motionless, her dazzling blue eyes pinning him. “I don’t really like you much, but I think you deserve a treat,” she said, and awarded him with a wide smile. Mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. For a second, Peter had the strange feeling that he had seen her before. She came closer and took his hand. The jumbled thoughts that were chasing each other through Peter’s brain miraculously. "Ok, you're right ... here you are, have a wonderful holiday and thank you for shopping at Super-Mart."Hmm ... was that sarcasm? Oh well, let it go Mac ... just take your groceries and be on your way. I pushed the cart out to the parking lot and unloaded the groceries into a huge hard plastic cooler in the back. The groceries would stay cool while I did the rest of my errands in town. I climbed into the truck and drove to the Post Office. It was, of course, closed for the holiday, but I was.