He had his hand up under her dress doing who knows what. The waitress had just left the table taking all the empties and leaving 4 new ones. "Uh, well... that empty she just took was her 8th, so number 9 is sitting in front of her. And it's only...12:15. So, you know, just over 2 an hour or so.", as Carla looked back to see Cindy light up a cigarette and take a long drag and then exhale slowly as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. "Oh fuck....", her and Jake said at almost the same. Finally, we went down some steps. I was led into a large room, that had a large fireplace against one wall. There were three long tables set in the center of the room. Another table was set in such a way as persons sitting at it, could view the entire room. Though it was a smaller table, it was also closer to the fireplace.The smaller table was where I was led. There stood my host. Also, standing by his side, were two women. One had to be his wife, the other could possibly be his daughter. Two. Next door was a much larger house with a high fence. I waved at Larry Oquendo, who was parked across the street. He drove off; our being here would give him an opportunity to change cars. We parked in his space and waited.After a few minutes a school bus stopped in front of the house and two kids got on. They both looked high-school aged."It must be going to the public school," Javier remarked, "St. Mary's doesn't have busses." You think we should follow it?"He looked at his watch, "We don't. All the kindergartens and classes one through three are deserted. Everybody's looking back at the old problem of school overcrowding with wistful yearnings... Oh, what I wouldn't give to hug Isabelle again, even once, hug and be hugged back by an eight-year-old girl. No one in the world has that pleasure now, no one... I sighed. At least the child-traffickers are slowly going out of business.My senses are super-developed. As I approached a clearing in the forest, the wind was to my face. I.