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Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 261 of 307 "I won't... hurt her. She has my kids." He took a step forward. I bearly had a sound escaped my lips before I registered that he had sprung toward me like a tiger, landing and rolling kicking my feet out from beneath me. I pulled the trigger. If a pelican had have been flying above my head somewhere in the darkness it might have been in trouble. In less than two seconds Dale Cox was standing above me, his right foot on my right wrist, pressing the ball of his foot down and saying, "Let go of the gun." I squeezed it tight and tried to bend my wrist like a twisty straw in his direction, just in case I could. I couldn't. He reached down and tore the gun out of my hand and in one motion tossd it far into the bay. I heard a distance splash and pictured it falling through the darkened water to the silt below. He sneared."You really are a pathetic worm." "Because I wanted to believe that bullshit about you and your meds and how you didn't want to hurt your wife anymore? That makes me a worm? Because I wanted to believe that you were human?" He kicked me in the ribs. The pain was so intense and searing that I literally felt as if my eyes would leap from my sockets, abandoning my body like bad real estate. I couldn't breath. I gasped and drew my arms up around my ribs to protect them.