“Is everything alright?” I asked.She waited a moment before responding. I kept massaging in my usual fashion.“Rod said you were a handy guy. You... seem very kind.” she started.“Thanks. That was nice of Rod to say.” I replied wondering how much Rod had told her of those events. I continued massaging. During my next press up against the table I could feel her hand squeezing lightly. I thought nothing of it until I pressed up again and her hand grasped my growing hard-on. I froze.“I hope that's OK.”. Jake scanned them. They had been waiting for him near the brothel. Their instructions were to follow him. If Jake took a charter flight, they were to find out the destination at all costs. They had no useful knowledge. They didn’t know why they had been told to stake out the brothel. Jake told Boris what he had found.“Shall I let them think we’re going to New Mexico?”“Sure. Make it Tucumcari. It’s about the same distance.”Jake turned the watchers and got their contact information. He called. ”“He might have; I don’t remember.”“Well he did remember back then. Poor bastard showed up at the house with a dozen roses and his Dad’s old car. He must have polished that car a hundred times, the damn reflection almost blinded me. I bet those roses cost him a week salary from his minimum wage job.”“Ouch”“Ouch is right. And where were you? You had left with that ass clown that was playing the lead, ah ... Tommy what’s his face.”I grimaced at the memory. “Tommy got us that skunking beer. I was. “Sam Wilson?” the officer said. “Yes,” Sam replied. “Are you Chris Wilson?” “Yes,” I said. “Boys, I’m afraid we have some bad news for you,” the taller officer said. “We regret to inform you that your parents were killed in a car accident this evening.” “What?” I cried. “I’m sorry,” he said and they turned to leave. Sam nodded his thank you and closed the door. We stared at each other for a long moment. Then it happened. I lost it. “No!” I shouted. “No! It can’t be true! How can they be dead?”.