“You okay Laura? I saw her nod and smile, so I continued, “Much as I could do this all night, I’ve got a job to do, I won’t be able to concent...ate with you here. Can I suggest, you go and find Romero, tell him he’s to put your drinks on my tab, and you can wait for me, you will wait for me, won’t you?”She didn’t hesitate this time, but she gave me a big smile, “You know I will.” as she turned to leave, then, “Don’t you go chatting up any strange girls.” She grinned...........The next hour. Listening to a solid hour of a creaking chair as Hiram shifted his weight as he shuffled papers, was marginally relieved by the scratch of his pen as he wrote, sanded, and blotted various papers in between business discussions with tellers and customers.At the end of that hour I was firmly convinced that Hiram had no part in having me followed. To say I was relieved, was an understatement if there ever was one. I liked Hiram. He was personable, knowledgeable, and now, had been proven to be. And then I started typing.I didn't leave the house for two weeks.It was at the end of those first two weeks when Andrea came home. I was on that second-floor patio deck, enjoying the sunshine and watching the surf, my laptop sitting next to me containing four different story ideas on it which were moderately fleshed out. I was sipping an iced tea when I heard the doors opening behind me, and some part of me instinctively knew who it was. I felt a tightness in my throat."Hey there." Her voice. As we entered the park he said it looked like we were going to have a partyand he wish that he could come. I smiled and to him maybe I would bring himsomething. A couple of the guys from last night met us and took the beerand thanked the clerk for his help. When we got to the back of the parkLateefa and some friends started hollering that Randy's bitch was backlooking for some more. Just the thought of that dog fucking me last nightsent a tingle through my loins.Shorty met me and started to.