Just had something down my throat." I felt Connie squeeze my balls to remind me I was down her throat."Is Connie still out there?" Yeah, she's here so...mewhere." Well, ask her when she plans to get back."I looked down expectantly at his wife who was doing such a great job on my prick.She shook her head without taking her mouth off my lollypop."I can't hear what she's saying, but I think she's telling me she doesn't know."Connie's head bobbed up and down in a different angle from the up and down. Fight. Theresa isn't used to this, just as you aren't. Think, for a moment, about what is at stake."Jessica was at the edge of the kitchen looking out.Tim looked at me and then at his daughter."Jessica, take John out for a walk. Your mother and I have some things to talk about."The look Jessica gave me was one of accusation and fear."My coat is in the room," I said.Jessica stomped off to the bedroom."I hope you're right about this," Tim said to me.I said softly, trying to take the sting out of. "Well, let's just say she convinced me that I wouldn't be doing that anymore." I can't picture that," I told her. "You look so innocent." That was my advantage," she said slyly. "I got away with coming home stoned so many times because my parents just couldn't believe that I was capable of doing such a thing."We had a laugh together and ordered another drink. As we sipped it I told her of my own marijuana experiences, which were considerable in my high school and early college days. I had quit. Fry approved. Drucker and Zayne had left the museum three hours ago and were escorted to their hotel. It was nearly six o’clock. The museum was closed and the staff had been led out through a rear entrance. A policeman was leading a bomb-sniffing dog up to all surfaces of the building that could be reached from the street. The dog had found nothing.At last the inspector emerged from the building indicating there were no employees left inside. Still there was no sign of a threat. Major Dern.