It was a horrific story.The lady’s name was Vassy Skon. She was twenty-one. Three years ago she witnessed her boyfriend being blown apart in a drive...by shooting. Two local low lifes targeted the wrong person. Using shotguns, they hit him with six rounds of shotgun slugs. The slugs tore his body apart like he exploded. Since then, Vassy had been living in another world. She had been to all kinds of specialists, but nobody could get through to her. She lived with her parents, who were devastated. "We were nearly outflanked by one of the enemy vehicles," offered Irene, another granddaughter."Thanks be to God that we weren't! But yes, you're right Irene. There's a hole in our defences, a blind spot, and if God hadn't warned Beckie things might have turned out differently. I suggest that we need two perimeters of drones — one say about a hundred miles out and one much tighter around the camp."The outside perimeter will give us a warning if anyone is approaching and the inner one will give. “Since this attack took place on Embassy property, it is my intent to prosecute the attackers as specified by the treaty. What I would like to know is, does the State of Colorado believe that it has jurisdiction over this crime?”“I will need to check with my advisors, Ambassador Smith, but I am aware there is a treaty and I’ve heard that it gives you jurisdiction. I need to confirm what I have heard, but I suspect that my official position will be to recognize your jurisdiction in this case.. I shoved her off my lap onto the floor. "Mom take her into the bathroom and get her cleaned up, Darla's going home!" Boy I was pissed; one because I thought Darla had the makings of a real submissive playmate and two, because she thought she could play us.I had gone to my old room and taken a quick shower and had some pants and a tee on by the time mom had Darla cleaned up enough to get dressed. Darla had stopped crying and her eyes weren't that red. She tried to apologize as mom helped her.