Making good time in spite of the late start. He actually didn't have much further to go. Then the heavy storms of rain and lightening came in with suc... a furious burst. As luck would have it his car stalled he estimated he was a quarter of a mile to his dad's. Thinking of what he was going to do. He decided to make a run for the house. Get his car and things tomorrow. So he ran for it. Being athletic he knew he could sprint to the house.By the time he got to the house he was drenched. Knowing. It went on this way for a period of years. Always wishing. Then one day I was walking around the local park and started talking with a guy slightly older than I. As we walked and talked we ended up at the back of the park. Continuing further we walked into a corn field and over to the the river. I wasn't sure where we were headed but he seemed to have an idea We stepped into the trees lining the bank. We checked our line of sight and certain that we would see anyone long before they saw us we. Chapter 6We arrive at the Venetian, and head into Bouchon.Cindy, or Sam, as I find out, is waiting for us, wearing a charcoalgray pinstripe Seville Row three piece suit, and carrying a briefcase.He's about 5'10, with a medium build, and brown hair, starting to grayat the temples.Susan kisses him on the cheek in greeting, and the Hostess shows us toour seat.We enjoy a leisurely brunch, and Cindy opens his briefcase and handsSusan a file folder, and envelope."Jennifer, why don't you and Amanda. "Armstrong," she said. "I got Billy and the rest to come out to our place, promised them a good supper, and he ambushed them." Killed 'em?" Two died in the fight, and he captured four, including Billy. Then, then he, well, he killed them too but he did awful things to them. Made me watch. Tied 'em to a tree, and, um." She wept loudly, shaking.I held her gently to my chest and patted her back. "Where is this Armstrong?" I asked."At our farm. His men ride out from there. He, well, he swives me.