Thomas smiles at the man. He doesn’t know exactly how to respond to that. “Maybe the student is just as responsible.”“You’re damn right the ...tudent is responsible,” the angry old man continues. “That’s why I’d whoop her ass. The teacher should know better. What is it you do for a living, son?”Mr. Thomas swallows hard, trying to clear that proverbial lump in his throat. “I’m a teacher myself.”The elderly man squints at the man for a moment, as if sizing him up. “How many times have you had a. A general plan for dispersing the people along their entry points was developed. Oscar would drive each team along the hills slowing down long enough to let individuals out of the Hummer at different points. Each individual was to move inward until they reached their area to watch.He told the assembled group, “Everyone get some rest, because for the next few days you won’t get any.”One of them asked, “How will we know that it is all over?”Oscar answered, “I will fire three flares separated by. Of course there will be strict rules for him and he will have to be punished for leaving me in the first place not to mention that he will not have any freedom this time and will always be reminded of the slave he is. He tells me that he has grown up and realized how stupid he was and that he is willing to suffer whatever I wish for him if I will let him return. We make the final arrangements for him to return to me on the bus on Thursday night on a bus with nothing but the clothes on his. “That will be fine, if you two are ready in ten minutes.”“A short one,” Abby said, as they ran upstairs.“We’re ready for the story!” they called out a few minutes later.Vince went upstairs, Abby followed a few minutes later and listened as he read to them.He’s very good with them. He’s babysat them many times but there’s a difference. They asked him about staying up later. A smile crossed her face as she went back downstairs.“You want a glass of wine?” Abby asked with a little sultry in her.