“Why would anyone want to blow up a chemistry lab, for Pete’s sake? I don’t see any point to it.”Reg said, slowly, “Unless it was to destroy... something in the lab, such as records?” he continued, pensively, “But what records, or whose records, of what experiments?”Fiona said, “It would have to be someone who knew how to cause an explosion that would do what he wanted of it, and know about alarms as well. An ordinary gas explosion by itself might be all blast, and no fire afterwards, so not. I parked behind the diner and went in. The morning rush was over so there were plenty of booths available. I took the one closest to the door and seated myself facing the rear of the diner. I didn't want to check out every man who entered, I'd let "Phil" find me.I ordered coffee and was working on my second refill, beginning to loose hope and feeling foolish when a young man approached, laid a copy of the paper on the table and said, "Hi, I'm Phil."I smiled, extended my hand and returned his. He parked the car on the side of a road that hadn't ever been finished under a bridge that was the same. We were both seniors in high school. He was a soccer player and I was in drama. We had a few classes together; a bunch of friends in common, and that was how we got together.That night, I did my best to please him. It was clumsy and frenetic. I couldn't get my mouth right and he grabbed everything way too hard, but neither of us cared. The performance didn't matter, our expectations only got. “Hey there munchkin,” my daddy said, arriving late from work. “Why are you up so late?” “It’s only eleven o’ clock.” I cooed. “I know, I know. But a woman, I mean a lady, like you needs her beauty sleep, “he said. “What did you just say there, daddy?” I teased. “Well what you heard me say.” “Are you sure that was all, daddy?” I asked while walking towards him, wearing my silk nightdress. Anyone could see my nipples getting hard; partly because of the slight breeze from the open window and.