Then to an almost vacant industrial park.Roger was a little concerned when Bruno pulled the Buick into the drive of a deserted plant."This would be a ...reat place to kill a cop and then dispose of the body. You wouldn't have to go outside at all," Roger suggested."Or to hold off an army of thugs trying to kill a cop," Bruno suggested."How would it be against an army of cops?" Roger asked."Thugs, rogue cops none of them have artillery," Bruno said."Hopefully," Roger added.Bruno showed his ID to a. Put your whole body into it, and try to throw through thebottle, not at it."Leon still managed to miss three more times. But his forth throw grazedthe bottle and knocked it off the log."Good job." Thanks. Boy stuff is weird." Do you like it?" I guess so. It's different anyway. I still don't think I know muchabout it." Just keep throwing rocks at stuff. You'll get the hang of it." Do boys do anything else?" There's always sports, and if we were a little older there's shavingand beer. That and. I learned how to make snakes out of clay and to weave the snakes together to make little clay baskets.The next year I was five and eligible to attend kindergarten. I had already learned how to make snakes out of clay, so I allowed my curiosity to get the best of me and started looking at books. They were mysterious things, these books. When mother opened them, they had wonderful stories in them. When I opened them, they were filled with secret scribbles that meant nothing. I even attempted to. Cloves. Salt. Had it said cayenne pepper? Ah, and the knife. She chose a small paring knife from the block. She scooped her materials into a small glass bowl and snuck past Steven's office on the way back upstairs. She could hear him talking on the phone about the latest work crisis. Even the sound of his low muffled voice was turning her on. She wanted so desperately to hear the rumble in the back of his throat as she rode him, wanted to hear him groan with pleasure as he worked himself inside.