”“Did what, Pete?”Silence again for a minute.With my voice a little louder I repeated myself, “What did you do, Pete?”Then impatiently, I go...t up, shouting, “What the fuck did you do, Pete?”The whole room just went silent after my outburst, with everyone’s eyes on us.“I killed Tony,” was his reply in a whisper.Shocked I dropped back on my seat like a sack of potatoes.I will not get into detail but the rest of the week was like the trial I had four years ago, only this time I was not the accused,. Waxerman threw herself into a hug with the doctor, so glad that he loved her that she ignored her own previously stated feelings about public displays of affection. She would even have held his hand as they walked across the parking lot, had he offered.Doctor Hooker held the door for Mrs. Waxerman. She reluctantly entered the tattoo parlor. It didn’t hold the stigma the sex shop had, however it was on her short list of places she’d never gone nor wanted to go. Inside it was bright, with every. “Hold on, I want to enjoy this,” Adrian hummed. Jenny looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes. “What do you mean?”“Before I met you, there were very few things that stirred my heart… machines and knowledge mostly. But one thing that I really loved was summer storms. The warmth of the rain, the perfume-like scent of the breeze, the artistic mural-like beauty of the clouds and sky, and the passionate energy that just fills the air. It’s almost like looking out across the entire universe, with. "Can't," I said, "she left a bag in the truck." Shit! If we left now we could get back before dark," he sounded wounded."Sorry," I said. We had looked forward to the evening, a beer of my choice on the way out, an hour of trolling around 'Mike's Reef' and another beer on the return trip. We would finish the six-pack at the dock before we parted for the night. Mike was one of two friends I had in the area, the other being the owner of the cottage where I was bunking. They had never met, each.