Driving the twenty forested miles to Coalbeck the next morning, he thought about Shayla, her hot skin, delicious saliva, intoxicating curves and the sidelong, wide-eyed glances that left him speechless. He almost missed the exit to a roadside pawn shop he'd noticed several times on his way to Winston-Salem. In neon tubing on a lattice atop the building, the sign announced PAWN SHOP -- Guns Ammo Tools Musical Instr Jewelry. He had worried that it might be closed on Saturday, b