"No thanks. Coffee's fine."I found an espresso shack just off the entrance to town and pulled over in an unoccupied area near the shack. I got out, bu...t Catherine stayed in the wagon, still lost in thought I guessed, judging by the expression on her face.I passed her the usual latté she would order and I had my dark coffee with three creams as I got back into the Audi."Talk to me, Cat. It's like this has been bothering you all weekend ... even before that maybe." Terry ... I ... I've ... I've. He walked from the co-op down to Partners’ on Willis off Third Street. It was late, maybe 10:45, but they might still have something. As he reached the door, he saw them. The guy was beating up on someone, pushed against the wall, and his two friends were egging him one. ‘C’mon, Billy, whack that dyke!’ ‘Yeah, man, beat her queer ass!’ The girl was bleeding, he could see that much. One or two people left the bar, but they were clearly wearing their ‘I ain’t gettin’ involved’ shirts. Zec was. ?Why?? said one of them, a girl with long blond hair, bright blue eyes and very large breasts. ?We are checking everyone entering the city for drugs, and weapons. It is a peaceful city and we want to keep it that way.? His response seemed reasonable enough and the girls complied. Calling the first girl up again, the guard ordered her to spread her legs shoulder width apart, and to hold her arms directly out from her sides. The guard then frisked her quickly and efficiently. He then took two. This situation reminds me when I was small, he would come over with his big guitar and teach me how to play with my small tiny fingers. I silently followed his instruction. He lean closer & closer and his voice slowly become a lullaby to me. Suddenly he just move back. I was blushing bright as a tomato and dazed, so he thought I was getting a fever. But I just denied and continue to strum the guitar strings. The next half and hour, he dragged a chair an seated beside me. He started to rest his.