<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Connor Andrews</span></div><div align="center">Pinole Shores Park</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Love bites and other 80's music</span></div><br/><br/>Connor stopped the rental car ,for the last twenty minutes he'd been driving to a series of song's that somehow seemed to mock him, the radio had been set to a station that played music from his grandparents hey-day, what was sad was that he knew most of the songs since his mother's father played that style of music incessantly regardless of whether he was on holiday in America and staying at his daughters house or his adult grandson was visiting him during rare downtime.<br/><br/>He turned the car radio off just after some singer he couldn't name declared that 'Love Bites' , he reached for the hidden Barreta and got out of the car, in the silence of the late night his bitter yelling match with Melly was replayed , he could have continued yelling , digging deeper and trying to score points but something compelled him to walk away ,an instinct that had served him well in the past.<br/><br/>Mel had been wrong , about so many things he'd never walked away from the relationship , he had instead fought to save it leaving only once it was over,once Mel had made it clear to him that there was nothing left to save, he'd ignored his mothers advice that what Mel said and what he heard might not be the same thing...but Mel had been pretty bloody clear ,of that he was certain.<br/><br/>Then there had been the grinning at that 'bitch', Mel had wanted to say, Connor smiled bitterly ...even angered she had manners better than most...Mel of course could only mean Kelly Jamieson but she'd never accepted his side of that story, his mind flashed to the past , he was eighteen the final of the California State High School Soccer Championship, thou like most Englishmen he insisted on calling soccer football much to the confusion of most American's.<br/><br/>Mel hadn't been there , one of the few times that they hadn't been together in the almost two years they dated, Connor had made a run beating four opposing players before sending the ball over the keeper to an unmarked team mate who simply tapped the ball into the net, less than a minute later the game was over and his high school had won the state championship. Kelly had been a cheerleader as well as homecoming Queen she'd been one of the first to reach him and had stuck her tongue into his mouth in what several people described as an 'epic kiss'. When the kiss released he'd been furious, but the damage had been done.<br/><br/>Sadly the incident ended his genuine friendship with Kelly that had lasted since before high school and had incidently included a lot of grinning and ultimately cost him Mel....at least that seemed the most likely scenario...Mel had never acknowledged who the bitch was that she believed he had cheated with and certainly never accepted anything Connor had to say on the matter.<br/><br/>Movement caught his eye and in the darkness he spotted a shape move across the park towards the water, after several moments his eyes picked up quite a bit of detail , two people, young ,their bodies moving as one just like another young couple in love less than a decade earlier...could two people have been so close as he and Mel had been? His mind drifted once more to the last time they had been here , for countless minutes they had simply rejoiced in the close proximity to each other until eventually passions rose, and alone in the dark with gentle water in the background they had made love.<br/><br/>A noise rose in the night and his eyes drifted back to the young couple , gentle moans filled the air until the unmistakable words of urging came from the female..she wanted it faster and her lover obliged. Connor shook his head and decided at least two people should enjoy the same privacy he and Mel had ,once upon a time.<br/><br/>Before he drove away he glanced back towards the hilltop mall ,one of the house lights in view was home to  his first target, the man had a regular morning routine , his bodyguards who numbered four, sometimes three but never five were said to be good , ex South African Special forces yet they allowed their principal to become predictable , the man went for his morning run following the same track everyday according to the Intel ...tomorrow Connor would shadow the bastard looking for an A B and C contact point and soon enough a major funding channel for those anti monarchy pricks would be dead.<br/><br/>He switched the radio on and sighed , the channel was still mocking him the Wilson Philips song rang out..."don't you know things can change if you hold on for one more day...." he turned off the radio and headed to his mothers place he had an early morning start.