She always says 'There's plenty of money in this town' and how we need to project the right image. Sometimes she makes me crazy! Whatever!" she finish...d with a little hand gesture. We both giggled as we pulled out into traffic.We didn't talk for a few minutes, I was really just enjoying the sun and the wind blowing through my hair. Of course it was going to look like shit when we got to where we were going, but I thought 'Whatever!'. Women must universally use that word as a catchall.Once Lisa. Nelson had pissed me off. I didn’t care if the hospital was ready for my departure. I was, and I wasn’t going to continue waiting.Uncle Lucas and I walked out of the room, and an orderly tried to stop me from leaving. He lost that argument. I simply kept walking. He insisted I had to go in a wheelchair. “After all, you have suffered extensive injuries,” he said, reading my chart.I simply replied, “I’m fine. I’m walking and, that’s that.” He had no response to this unassailable logic. We made. He shoved it in my face, and then he ripped my bra off. Mrs. Waller heard me yell, but she couldn’t find a place where she could stop the bus. I started kicking, biting, and doing anything I could to get away. One of my boots got a guy holding my arms in the stomach, and he let go. I punched the first guy again, and then I was able to kick the third guy in the stomach, hard enough to knock the wind out of him.The guy who ripped my clothes off got up so he could hold me down, but I was able to. However, there was no way that I was going to take on close to two dozen outlaw bikers. I may be an old man, but I am too young to die.One of the men leaned over and put his arm around Inga's shoulders and said, "Damn, girl! I sure like that outfit! You look good enough to eat."Inga didn't respond. She cowered there and looked up at me, even though she knew that there was nothing that I could do for her now. If we couldn't talk these guys into behaving themselves, and I really didn't think that.