3. Go in and be ready for whatever the trucker was planning on doing. Just after seven-thirty, I got out of my car, deciding to go into the restaurant... to eat dinner and see what happened from there. I walked into the diner, which was almost empty, with only a couple customers...one being the black trucker. He didn't even look up from his meal as he said amused, "I knew you'd show up." I froze as the moment of truth was at hand, I could quickly turnaround and leave and pretend none of this had. Back on the beach, she put Bruiser down on the ground; he immediately walked away from her and plopped himself down on the sand to rest and pant. Emma dropped down onto the sand herself and pulled her knees up to her chest. In doing so, her bald slit was left exposed, peeking from in between her thighs.Brent walked over and sat down on the sand on the side of her.“Um, I have to say that I didn’t expect our first dinner to play out this way,” he said with a small smile.Emma leaned against him. Passepartout, having received his orders, had nothing to do but obey them. He looked at his imperturbable master, and could scarcely bring his mind to leave him. His heart was full, and his conscience tortured by remorse; for he accused himself more bitterly than ever of being the cause of the irretrievable disaster. Yes! if he had warned Mr. Fogg, and had betrayed Fix's projects to him, his master would certainly not have given the detective passage to Liverpool, and then-Passepartout could. The moment had arrived. I gave a contented sigh and unlocked the door. Iwas curious to see how Lucky had arranged my furniture. Then I opened thedoor, and..."What the hell?"I probably made tenants two floors away jump. I couldn't believe thesight that greeted me. All of Jennifer's furniture was gone as promised,and new furniture was in its place - but it wasn't my furniture. What wasthere was like something out of John Wayne's nightmares. If I thoughtJennifer had feminine tastes, I had another.