"Thanks, you look like a million bucks," I said. She smiled."Thanks," she said. I nodded."You wanna eat?" I said. It was already three in the afternoo..., I figured it would only be coffee, but who knew? Maybe she'd wanna eat somethin'."No, no, nothing, thank you," she said. I had a bad feeling. Not even coffee? I had a really bad feeling. I took a sip of mine. She took a seat across from me."Oz, you became one of the most important people in my life a little more than a month ago. If you. He could see the motion of the rings with each move she made. Her hands went to the side or her skirt, and she bent slightly as she lowered the fastener. Standing erect she allowed her skirt to join the rest of her wardrobe on the floor. As she stood there, silent, he examined her body. A slim, healthy, attractive woman, but he could see the sinew and muscle under the soft flesh. This was a woman ready to satisfy her master's every wish. He lowered his gaze, down across her small, but firm. It was reported that the wanted men had planted cars in the neighborhood to use as a backup escape route as soon as our plan was announced. Deputy U.S. Marshals went to each car and disabled them so that was one less escape path.Our plan was to have Deputy Marshals and the FBI close in and be obvious about their locations. The men we were after weren’t known to be shooters, but you never know when you have someone cornered. Chuck made sure that I had my armor on, and then said, “We’re going to. "I was never like this, was I?"Some mornings, her questions were met with reassuring answers. This time she was greeted with nothing but silence. The inner voice which had so wonderfully guided her over the past two weeks had become prone to odd lapses of silence in recent days. She was left to struggle for the answers on her own.The feeling nagged at her that she was somehow on the wrong track. Her goal, as always, was admirable: to be the best mother she could be, yet it seemed always just.