"You!" thundered Max, removing the Desert Eagle from its shoulder holster and pointing it at The Mole. "Over there," he commanded motioning with the b...rrel toward a flat spot on the edge of the rocky parking lot. Max pulled a cinnamon flavored toothpick from his breast pocket, stuck it in his mouth and chomped down menacingly.The Mole knew his number was up. No one would mourn his passing or even think of reporting the incident to the police. Half of the miners were on the run from the law as. The foreskin had slipped back over his glans, too, as the heated blood surged with every beat of his heart.Hanson flexed his arms and yawned, trying to fool his body into relaxing. But even though he wasn't going back to the city... wasn't going to involve himself with Pamela Whittier any more, he couldn't forget her that easily. With a curse he let his breath out and let Pamela in. He could never forget the very first time. Her tawny, shoulder-length hair and large, high breasts. There had. " And I did just that.I sat there looking at the occasional cop car, or work truck roll past my window and I charged my power pack. After I got to the full stage, I switched to the MP3 player and listened to classical music till dawn. I had no idea to who or what I was listening, but it was nice music. I had downloaded something called 'Classical Music 4 Five AM." That title would never do for an album cover, but it was a nice sound at 5AM.At 8AM on a dreary Saturday morning with a light mist,. Jason Poudrier played impressively well. So it all comes down to one game: mine. If I win, we take third or fourth. I was playing this fat geek and I politely offered a stalemate and he not only refused it but boomed that ‘he’d crush me.’ Now I view chess as a game… and wouldn’t play it if I didn’t enjoy it. But this guy had obviously trained and he was actually very good. But like my friend Eric Beekman once told me: ‘If I’m ahead at the last 20 meters, I’ll kill myself sooner than lose.’.