”I decided to send the same message to both of them, which seemed to my adrenaline-fueled brain to add just an extra little kink to our game.A minut... later my phone pinged again, and this time it was just a simple message from Sue, telling me thanks and that she and Francis were off to the dance floor again, so wouldn’t pick up any messages for a while.After the mini high I’d just enjoyed from our texts and being back in touch with Sue, now came the low, as for the next hour I received no. OK, get me one anyhow, and whatever you want, it's in the icebox over there. This'll take a little time.Ready now? Well, it all started with a girl. I was third year college and I was all in l-o-o-v-e just like any horny twenty-one-year-old and there it was, summer break looming up and her going out on field work for her damn major. Paleontology, that was—that's like archaeology, except a lot older. Anyhow, all I could think of was keep getting in her pants, and there were volunteer jobs doing. The dog’s master was moving in with an automatic weapon drawn, shouting orders at the woman. Fry could see a device in her hand and sprinted toward her, yelling at the officer to back off. He could see the woman’s face as she turned and smiled at him past the dog. Without stopping, Fry bowled the dog over off the terrorist and rolled to the feet of the officer as the explosion rocked the Platz and knocked the officer off his feet onto Fry. Shards of paving stones pelted the two of them. Forty. ‘He wanted to come.’ ‘Yeah, but why was he with you,’ Tanya persisted. Heather and Colin exchanged glances. ‘We’ll leave that explanation until later.’ Tanya, sensing a particularly juicy bit of gossip on the horizon, squealed and rubbed her hands together. Heather, predicting that the remaining members of the study group would arrive within a few minutes, went to get cookies for her guests, directing Colin to find a seat somewhere. She was proved right, barely had she walked into the kitchen.