On this try, someone picks up, but not him.I put it on speaker:Man: Who is this?Me: Who is this, this is my cousins phone, why do you have it?Man: Oh,...what's your name son?Me: Why should I tell you?Man: Because this is Officer Jameson, and the owner of this phone is dead!Me: Oh my God really, this is horrible, why wasn't my family told?Man: We are only required to call the persons immediate family:mother, father and significant other. We would expect them to notify the rest of the family.Me:. Talbot and his men had struck the locals from the rear and the left flank and the grenades had decimated their formations. Within a couple of minutes half the locals strength had been either killed or severely wounded and with no hope of counterattacking, the locals had decided to flee. As they did, they were hurried on their way with arrows that dropped anyone not fast enough to get out of the way. Learning this I left Elsa Mueller and her people the job of mopping up while I stormed the. You kind of shocked me there. Let me do your hair, and I'll give you those long crinkly tresses that Bill will find very sexy." Meg said.I agreed and Meg went to work on my hair. She wanted to do the doo all herself. An hour later we were sitting with my hair rolled with all kinds of little sponges and clips, all new to me. I never fussed that much. When I grew it out, natural bob and curl made it look nice, at least to me, and of course to Bill.Meg had come prepared with a hard bonnet hair. .as last night..that was not to be...he said he loved me...I disliked him for that...as there is a difference...words spoken 'I love you'..and just to make me feel at ease 'i love you'...He thinks I feel the same for him..but..how can I...why should I...?? I am angry that I have left myself so open...like a book...to be used...I can feel the tears on my eyelashes...then rolling down my cheek..like the rain on the window pane..I roughly wipe that away...biting down on my lip...I feel I have.