.." Lou is reported to have chuckled, "an' ain't yer just the great fat mother-fookin' 'ore a Baby-lon all dress'd oop like some cheap clap doctor's c...erk... " he chortled, when a 12 pound purse full of ball stretchers, a Bowie knife, nipple clamps and half a fifth of vodka connected with the side of his head, instantly extinguishing Lou's remaining six brain cells.Misogyny Lou McAllister, age 70, late of Glasgow, Scotland by way of at least eight different Skid Rows, had lipped off his last. The image turned me on even more. I dunked my head underwater, then swam back to shore. I just wanted to go see him again, get the day over with.* * * * * We spent most of the day hiking up a trail, Kristy and I talked the whole time, although we couldn't talk about the scouts. Not with the leaders and kids around. I looked at Kristy once everyone was in bed, we went to our tent. I looked at her, knowing I could trust her. “Hey, can you cover for me if anyone asks where I am?” I ask her.She. ‘I know, Jake, but please for me just leave this one alone. I like him, a lot. I know you’re protective but you can’t be there all the time. Just let this one steer its own course, alright?’ ‘Okay,’ he said, nodding, but obviously unhappy. ‘Thank you.’ Jacob opened her door then and stepped out, letting Will in. She patted the seat beside her and he sat down. She studied him for a minute before pulling herself into his lap and pulling the blanket on the back of the couch over them. She could. They entered Huntington from the east, through a rundown section of the city. It wasn't until a few blocks into the city that Bryant could see why someone would want to live there. As they approached Marshall University on Third Avenue, the residential areas turned into bars and then into college housing. Garvin pointed out the football stadium, which was part of the campus, and other points of interest. The downtown area looked almost forgotten, Bryant thought. Just as downtowns all across.