CanfieldBy Heather St. Claire Troy was on his way from his home to his favorite amusement park, a couple of states away. He was looking forward to a f...n day with his friends. He only had two real sad things gnawing away at him... his long-standing desire to be female... and his fear that his car wouldn't survive the trip. The car? That was nothing a few hundred dollars wouldn't fix... just a new radiator, a new carburetor, new brakes, a new battery... His desire to be female? That was a. What if the plan had been to attack the new school? Was it meant to be the point of a mis-directed response to a terrorist attack? Maybe then the real attack would have gone in closer to the Savannah River and against one of the nuclear facilities. Or, maybe - against both of them.Dan ran that scenario through the back processes of his mind as he continued observing what he could see spread out before him. Again, he passed those thoughts back up his communications link to the FBI agent who'd. " If he follows me home, can I keep him?" Ha. I'm just glad you're happy." I'm thrilled. You have to take lots of pictures." I will. Do you think my father should come over? But doesn't he havesit-up practice or something?" Don't be too hard on him, sweetie. He loves you. You know he does." I know he left. He left all three of us." We're better off, Samantha. We're just fine." Yes, we are. We're happy." Sweetie. Some time that night, think of me, won't you?" Oh, Mama. I'll think of you all. Vibrator was a small black plastic thing about two inches long by one inch wide. It was curved on all over with a cable out of one end. The cable went to a box that had batteries and a control knob. After Jamison opened the box, he spoke to Mr. Vibrator. He pretended that Mr. Vibrator spoke back by making his own voice sound like it had an accent. Pookie found it delightful.Jamison: Hello Mr. Vibrator!Mr. Vibrator: Hello, sir.Jamison: I understand you are playing a game.Mr. Vibrator: Yes,.