she never turned around , only waited . i must have read that journal five hundred times looking for some clue , but i still do n't have any real answers . hank 's slow , lazy blink spoke of hot sweaty sex . while there were some stars out , the moon , as if stingy with its light , only peered out from behind a cloud every now and then . that 's a good thing and should speed up the process . we play ... we ... we do n't do anything like ... anything bad . 