It was supposed to be a relief airport for BWI, Baltimore Washington International, between Baltimore and Washington. In case BWI vanished, it was lon... enough to send jets to in an emergency, I guess.I walked in and found my way over to an information counter. A harried looking young girl came over and asked, “Hi, can I help you?”“Maybe. Are there any charter companies here at the airport or is it all private plane owners only?” I asked her.“No, sir, I mean, yes, sir!” she replied. I simply. ? "I'll never forget thatplace." OK, Quartermain, I want access to all the DNA evidence taken from thathouse," Miller said.? "Can you do that?" That shouldn't be a problem.? In fact, I can take you to the place todayif you like.? The Gambolis tried to clean it up, but there was still lotsof evidence left.? Since the cases remain? officially open, neither ofthose sites have been touched by anyone but the authorities." Great.? Let's go, Micki," Miller said perkily.? "I saw a Roy Rogersrestaurant. .." She went on and on. Tommy hung his head. Chose wrong, he thought -- she didn't want the truth after all. But, as she kept talking, it occurred to him that it was better to get yelled at for going into Dad's office than for watching the video. That hopeful idea was crushed when his mom abruptly switched tracks."But, hey, wait a minute. We can talk about his office some other time. What we need to talk about is what's on this tape. Just how much did you see?" Uh -- all of it?"His mom sat down. She felt him urgently hard against her ass, his hands sweeping upward to grasp her breasts. Then all of a sudden she realized it felt too real, way too real for a daydream. She opened her eyes and looked down to see male hands covering her breasts. She felt warm, wet lips against her neck, and a suspiciously hard object against her backside. She stiffened, preparing to fight off the rapist. Suddenly the hands stopped and she whirled around. She almost screamed when she realized she was staring.