With the empty plates before us, we just sat there holding hands, and if as if we were reading each other’s mind, rose as one from the table and lef...t the dining room. I stopped at the bar and got two brandies to take into the lounge. I sat down in an armchair near the television and Ann selected a video and started the machine and came and sat in my lap. It was a video about erogenous zones and I tried to follow them as she sat there, using her hand on the back of my neck whilst my hand. As they walked out of the station David finally spotted a cop. He prepared himself for action. Just then the one with the gun, leaned into David and whispered harshly, "You so much as fuck this up by spitting on the pavement, and it'll be you and da' cop who go down." Damn you to Hell" David responded in a quiet voice. But he kept walking and soon the three of them were ensconced in a newish black '46 Cadillac. It had driven up to the curb and David and his goons had slipped into the back. He. .. wing."What happened to you?" Jake asked, then realized his mouth had been hanging open."I..." Annalisa began, shrugging the one shoulder she still had. "I dunno. I tore..." Your wing. You broke your wing," Jake murmured, his mouth hanging open again. "I didn't even know that was possible." I can't re-form my arm," Annalisa whimpered, sounding worried and hurt.Jake couldn't help it; he continued to stare. Only one time before had he ever seen anything like this, and now he was trapped in that. After breakfast we went to Morton Field to see the second pour that Jake’s crew was doing. I expected to see the new pour next to the one done Thursday; it was not. It was on the far end. Other crews were digging for the next pours and welders were putting rebar together; two more trenches scattered along the new tarmac pad.I did not understand this process. I would have to get Jake to explain it to me sometime.Back at the office, the girls and I had a relaxing conversation. The basement was.