" Let me guess." He puckered his mouth, then tilted his head at her. "You're thinking here I am alone with this niggah in the woods... I wonder how lo...g it'll be before he grabs me and..."Billie blushed and gave a shy little laugh. "I really wasn't thinking that at all..."Hanson was laughing, too, but kept on. "... and then you're thinking, boy, I sure am glad nobody can see us..." I... I don't think I care if anybody does," Billie said, even though she knew that was only partly true."Well if. ” “You’ve got to be kidding me.” “No I’m not. Nothing has been stolen. You just tell them you were here with me, to help me with clearing my stuff out.” She glanced at her watch again. “But they have guns,” I said. “You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s going to be fine.” She quickly ran through the cover story and made me repeat it back to her. My head was in a daze, I’d long since stopped trying to figure out what was going on. “This is your final warning,” came the call from outside. “Surrender. They don't like it that I go to church. I made that decision in early middle school. It was popular with my grandparents but not my parents. There are relatives who look askance at me still but they have gotten used to my belief and now tolerate it. The bigger issue though is that I will not work in the family business."She looked a little shocked. She said, "But there shouldn't be anything wrong with being a believer."I said, "In some situations, there is. My parents tolerate my belief and. .."I turned and looked at her. She was about my height, with a decent, round face that was dominated by a huge pair of black-rimmed glasses. Her wavy black hair was cut very high and short towards the back, but got somewhat longer to the front of her head, framing her face down to her chin. She wore a loose blue sweater, so I couldn't see much about her figure, except that she had the widest hips I had ever seen.Her thighs were thick, and broad, and to make it even worse she had squeezed them.