And there wasn't a damn thing I could do. Not tonight anyway. Tomorrow? Well, tomorrow was tomorrow, and at the very least I could start gathering up ...ome more of the scattered pieces that eventually I hoped to assemble into a picture that would help me find this piece of human debris, drag him down to the darkest hole I could find this side of hell and leave him there forever.If it were up to me I would lock him up with some others I knew from over the years; family members of former victims. He was in his underwear, holding a pint of beer in his left hand that rested on the armrest. On the other hand, he held a cigarette on top of the sofa. He was watching the news.His completely naked girlfriend Sapna rested her head on his shoulder with her boobs pressed against the side of his chest. Her hand was feeling his well-toned body. Rahul had a good physique. He didn’t have six-pack abs. But he had a flat and tight abdomen, muscular biceps, and triceps.As they were relaxing after. It's like having a flashlight or a searchlight shining at me - depending on how much power they're putting out - so it's hard not to notice.There are very few focused transmitters, and it's even less likely that my radio blob would be in the beam of one. Omni-directional transmissions are by far the most common. They include such things as cellphone signals to and from the phones, TV and radio broadcasts, some computer frequencies (e.g., wifi, bluetooth), GPS from several satellites, and many. Did I think I was going to try to ruin her daughter's virtue that night?After an hour or so I excused myself and found the hospital cafeteria, returning with cups of coffee, which I distributed."Thank you," Mrs. Blackmore said, taking it from my hand."No cream, one sugar," I said. "Just the way you like it."She looked at me puzzled, suspicious. "How did you know that?"I smiled. "Nina told me," I answered. "She takes it the same way."She nodded thoughtfully and we continued to wait.Shortly after.