She talked and she talked, disjointedly, ramblingly, punctuated with questions of how Sweetness was, less from a need to know and more from a need to ...ear Sweetness reply through the globules of tears, mucus and blood in her mouth. Every now and then, Sweetness would interject with “Joy. Joy’s dead. She’s dead.” She was evidently trying to comprehend the enormity of her situation. The flaps of the tent briefly parted, letting in a flood of daylight, and the tall slim figure of a young man. Now they each seized a wrist. Suzanne was led to the fence, then around one end and turned so she was facingthe building. They stopped her at the middle of the fence and roughly shovedher up against it. Her wrists were raised up and out and tied to the fence.The assistants stooped and grabbed Suzanne's ankles. Her legs were spread wide,uncomfortably wide and her ankles were tied to the fence. Two more ties passedaround her thighs several inches below her crotch. Her torturers then went around. The cars started arriving about seven. Beth, my wife, had abandoned me for her friends. I was left to chaperon a party of teenagers all by myself. I watched as groups of two and three arrived at the Tompkins' house. By eight o’clock, I could hear the music blaring from next door. I sauntered across the yard, just as a half-naked teen age boy slipped out the front door. “Hey dude,” I called out, “Where is your shirt?” The teenage ignored me and slipped off to the shadowy side of the house,. 29 isn’t old, you idiot. I know ... but thirty is next. Never trust anyone over thirty.It wasn’t until I spotted the Beech H model that I remembered. That’s pretty, I thought.“I am?”“What?” said Amy.“I see a FOR SALE sign on the propellers of that Beech,” I said.“Yeah,” she said. “It’s a real deal.”“Why?”“Remember that Directory from the FAA?”“Straps on the mainspar?”“Yup ... those.”“What about it?”“Mr. Montenegro had Charley do the work and then couldn’t afford to pay. Chuck slapped a.