His adrenalin was working overtime. He didn't say anything to either of them but he was certain it sounded just like a tank maneuvering to get a diffe...ent angle of fire or move into a different position. At that moment, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.He scouted ahead staying in the ditch and raised his head enough to see a roadblock on the road pointed in their direction. There were two tanks in defilade on each side of the road and a couple of CP tents under the trees.. " Niomi it is," he replied brightening with a smile. "Please, Niomi, I'd like to know more about you." There is little to tell..." Saburo, please." There is little to tell, Saburo. I am a housewife turned whore." I hate that word. Besides I can't imagine such a thing of you." I find myself in circumstances where it is necessary." Do you need the money? My father can help. We are not rich but he has a successful business and..." No, it is not a matter of money. My husband (she decided not to. She needed to go by the store and pick up some groceries. For the past three days during her training, she hadn’t even thought about going out, but here she was backing out of her driveway. She frowned as he just stared at her from the front window. The rest of the trip, regret tugged at the back of her mind. As she entered the shopping center parking lot a large “Now Open” banner hung from a store three doors down from the food mart. Winding her way through the rows of cars to see the front. Enough is enough." That's mostly over, Jazz. I didn't mean to spook you yesterday." Oh, it wasn't you, Pru. You know as well as I do that there's plenty of the old ideas around. At least, there are guys who think they know what the old ideas were. I see troublemakers all the time. They'll use anything to make their ideas seem attractive. But, all they really want is to make themselves important." You're still thinking of The Yemen, Jazz. Those guys were real throwbacks. I never knew the old.