Free flowing alcohol, a rare commodity and privilege, in order to loosen inhibitions of the predominantly young officers, knowing that the men would h...ok-up in numbers, then used the room and base search results as his measuring stick. The man was no fool, assuredly he had his spies on base and had prior knowledge of the illicit meeting places and a premonition that a drunken bunch of horny soldiers would conceivably flock there that night.Others from the base would be invited to stay the night. The dancer was talking with another man there, exchanging some money or something like that.A waitress came up to Dorothy and asked if she wanted a drink. While waiting for her drink, Dorothy checked out the lap dance scene around her. A redhead was gyrating on a guy "lap", he was grabbing her leg and squeezing her thigh."I heard that customer's can't touch the girls." Dorothy stated naively to the waitress."The girls don't mind. It's good for the tips. See that light over there", she said. I appreciated that because I hated to walk even three blocks in cold weather. It rarely snowed where we lived, but there was enough rain to be a pain in the ass. Up until Margie had got her driver's license, I had taken the bus to elementary school, but Mom had hooked up with Bob before the weather had turned bad. On good days, I still liked to walk the three blocks to and from school, but I was glad for Margie to chauffeur me in bad weather.This was a good day, and Marlene and I usually had. "I don't want to get involved?" Mr. Rosella asked in a harsh whisper of disbelief. He held up the paper, now wadded in his fist, and said, "Mr. Flynn, I ... am ... involved. According to this, I have to kill you and your girlfriend to free my family. According to you, they're probably already dead, or worse than dead, whatever the hell that means. I am very involved, young man, and I want some answers, NOW!" The last word cracked through the room, demanding answers."Tell him," Megan said. "He.