" He took my arm. "Now, let's go outside to the garden. I need to talk to you."I kept my feet planted. "I ... I'd like to go back upstairs, please. I ...romised Billy I'd be back."He put his arm around my waist and applied pressure until I had to walk with him to the back door. "I'll take you back up there myself. But first, we need to talk."I'd never been to the garden before. It was lushly planted, illuminated with low light, and it was very quiet, away from the party inside. The air was. Severing his thumb.The man screamed, slamming on the brakes. Cradling his hand and staring at what remained of his thumb in shock. Within seconds the infant boy began wailing again, spitting out the remnants of the finger he had been gnawing on."Now look what you've done!" The lady shouted angrily. She shoved the finger back into the baby's mouth and began moving his jaw up and down, forcing him to chew it, the whole time oblivious to the man's endless screaming."Don't think I've forgotten. Then I realized I didn’t give a damn about the finish anymore. I rolled out of the gas and dropped back down to normal speed, as it suddenly hit me I was being silly. No point in taking someone innocent with me. Over the next few weeks, I busied myself making arrangements. There was still the annual checks coming in from the big win in Reno, (Yep, true story, go look it up, it was in all the papers) I had Tom, my Lawyer, set things up so my Grandaughters could go to college if they wanted, and. I had already called all the available women I knew and no one was answering their phone. It was time for plan B. Go out. As I live in Las Vegas, the hour of the day really doesn't mean toomuch. There are always places open and people out and about. So I picked on a favorite place about 10 miles from where I lived. I got a shower, put on some clean clothes, checked my wallet and out the door I went. I valet parked as I love to do. There is nothing like just walking inthe front door of a.