I was holding tougher I could, my eyes shut tight while I tried to bear the pain in my jaw and his strokes against my throat. He noticed I was having ...a bad time trying to breath and stopped for a while, looking at me with his shaft hard in front of me, just waiting for a sign to get back to action… And I just opened my mouth for him again. I didnt want to disappoint him. He instantly entered as far as he could inside my mouth again. A little further and I would have to fight not to throw up.. "We found that out when they let us read the results of the investigation into... into Barbara's... death. You'd been going into that Starbucks since the week after it opened. After your... acquittal..." he spat the word, "...it was easy for Mark to get a job here and just wait for you." Now we've got you," the boy -- Mark -- said.John found that he could talk... slowly. "What... what... are... you... go... ing... to..." Going to do to you?" The man finished the thought. "Why, we're going to. This told us the bad guys had grenades or explosives, so the game had changed. I motioned for everyone to get out of the building and get behind the tractor.I told the team leader, "Get the two backhoes and the other tractor. We'll start on each corner and tear the building down. They'll either come out or be buried alive."He nodded and dispatched some men to retrieve the equipment. I told our tractor operator what I wanted and he grinned. He suggested, "Go back to the trench and let us take. " We that doesn't surprise me. You didn't give me much thought that night at the bar either." The bar?" You know, Bottom's Up. We were both there about a week before I left that first envelope on your car window. I came over because I saw a pretty lady who'd obviously had a tough week, sitting by herself."I only wanted to talk, maybe buy you a drink and hopefully help you forget about work. I wasn't making a play for you. I'd had a pretty hard week myself. I thought maybe two suffering souls.