I was putting two and two together and the same math worked like it did back in school.Doug hadn't called me tonight, the best I knew. If he had tried...and hadn't gotten through, 'cause of a busy signal, I knew he'd of just jumped in his big SUV and come over and walked right in. But he hadn't.He also hadn't gone to a place where he was guaranteed to get laid. He made less than I did, but he lived rent-free in a trailer so he could afford it. But he hadn't. Hell, he was a good-enough looking guy. "Ron," she said, turning toward me, "Bill and I had a long conversation last night, and I told him about the parking lot Monday night." Don't look so scared," she went on, seeing my face, "he took it very well. Didn't you, hon?" I'll admit," Bill put in, leaning forward so he could look at me, "that I was shocked at first, but after a bit I realized this had to be really hard for Jan to tell me. And then it hit me that she was doing it because she didn't want to hide anything from me." I told. But I'm not scared, not scared to stand here, even though I might fall. Because I know I won't.I look over at Carly, who's engrossed in her conversation, her voice with this line of panic in it. The enormity of it is beginning to hit her. But it hasn't hit me. And there's so many things to be afraid of, so many things that have gone wrong and that could go wrong, and the biggest of them is Carly, the most important.But it's done. I can move forward.She hangs up, and I hear the sound of her. He had started making a practice of carrying two yawara sticks with him at all times. These yawara sticks were small enough to fit into his pockets, so they would not attract attention from the ordinary passerby.Bill realized immediately that he was in for a fight, but he realized also that the fight was much more serious than he had expected. All six thugs brandished knives and threatened him with them; however, none of the six looked like they really knew what they were doing. Bill was sure.