We'd counted about eight gang members conducting this attack and we'd disabled at least half of them, a minimum of two them permanently, but we didn't...bother to gloat over that.We admitted firing in direct self-defense and in very real danger of our lives, and that we'd struck at least four of our attackers, but all of them had gotten away. The local and county cops all nodded their head a lot and drank up our coffee and devoured down the donuts as if it were going out of style, but Kathy kept. She and her brother had to share a room in the attic converted into a bedroom. After their grandmother passes away, she can move into their grandmother's old room. Her brother continues to sleep in the attic bedroom.She said they had twin beds in the attic separated by a nightstand with a lamp on it. One night she hears her brother thrashing around in the dark, and when she turns the light on, he has his underwear off, and he was playing with his dick. She silently watches as he continues. For obvious reasons, Liz took on the job of waking her. "Ann! Ann! Can you hear me? We are here to rescue you. I'm going to release the chain so that you can lie down. Don't panic on me, I'm a friend sent by your father to get you out of here."Ann looked at Liz and started to sob hysterically. Between sobs, she asked, "Are you ... really here ... to rescue ... me? ... I hurt ... so much ... I feel ... like I'm ... going ... crazy!" Yes, Ann. My husband is calling for EMS (Emergency Medical. For a minute or so, we didn’t have anything else to say to each other and just stared at the TV like zombies. I didn’t want to ask her any personal questions because I didn’t want to risk making her sad or offending her.She didn’t seem to want to know much about me either. I’d always hated small talk. I liked getting things done. My motto had always been: do more, talk less. This helped me in life, but it meant I wasn’t fun at parties. And I think it was the same with her.I was focused on the.