Author's Note: I'm picking off from the spot above - will have more soon
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He had his lunch, his keys and his cell phone that Racine had explained to him how to use. He didn�t have his usual breakfast this morning. Instead
he had just grabbed one of the bottles of water from out of the fridge. It was just one of those silly sayings he had remembered as a teenager,
�Drinking all night makes the water all right,� or something along those lines. Max was never really that popular in high school or college. It�s
not that he was beat up a lot, but no one really ever made themselves known to him, and Max figured that he could play that game better than them.
The drinking hadn�t started until after his mother died, two years ago. It wasn�t a regular habit he had developed, but he would take a few sips when
he got really lonely, during the weekdays when Racine couldn�t stop by. Well, those few sips turned into a gulp, and those gulps turned into a chug,
and next thing you know, "Watch out, drunk blind man at the helm!"
He stepped out of his apartment for the last time in his life that day. Turning the key, he was locking the door to a place that would seem an
eternity for Racine to return to. He turned to the left, just like any other day, and walked twelve steps to the stairwell.
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The crickets were chirping louder this summer than ever before, as the moon�s reflection shimmered over Lake Konawa. The Johnson�s deserved this
vacation. The kids were back with their Uncle in Atlanta, no doubt eating twinkies and hot dogs all day long, but for this one week Austin and
Christie decided it would be a sin forgiven. They knew they�d have a few sins to forgive as well when they were finished borrowing John�s cabin.
Austin�s brother would know everything that went on while they were here, he was just one of those types, but they respected his generosity and would
leave a few days short of his arrival, making the place ready for his own much-needed relaxation.
�Hey Christie!�.Honey!� John shouted upstairs, projecting his voice up the old pine-timber walls. �Where was it you said you put the extra toilet
paper? I�m all out down here, and well, you get the picture!�
�It should be down there by the stove babe, next to that big ugly blue chair that your brother tried to give us last year.� She was washing her
hair, something Austin always liked before a �close encounter of the sexual kind.� Austin always liked to joke around about aliens and UFOs, but
Christie had wanted an explination before they got married two years ago, and she was just putting up with it for the moment. She had it all planned
out.
�Ah! Where all toilet paper should be kept,� Austin muttered to himself. �Heat�a natural deterrence to the �kling-on� factor.�
�What was that you said hun?�
�Nothing babe, just talking to myself again! Doc says I�ll be okay though.�
�You better be okay!� She came from out of the bathroom and slide across the floor to give him her sultry look and a wink. She still loved him, and
that was what mattered most.
Austin gave her a thumbs up and made a b-line for the bathroom. She just rolled her eyes and laughed. Austin was thinking more about the leftover
chili that was now air-raiding the porcelain bowl than he was Christie�s sex drive. �Ain�t that a f**king gas. Role reversal extraordinaire!� he
whispered to himself. �I�m making the chili from now on.�
While Austin and Christie were getting ready for a night of fun that would not happen, they didn�t notice that the phone lines had been cut two hours
ago, or that they were being watched from a few hundred yards away. A man on his boat cranked the motor on his Boston whaler and began trolling
towards the cabin dock.
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