The woman did not understand what had happened and rolled off me. She tried to stand but I grabbed the collar of her shirt and yanked her down on me a...ain, just as several more pops made her seat cushion spit out more stuffing. I rolled over on top of her as she screamed."Stay down if you want to live!" I stated forcefully at her. "Someone is shooting at us." I raised my voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "Someone kill the lights. There is someone shooting at us." I noticed that there. He brought his thumb across the front of her face and brushed her lips barely touching them. She felt a thrill run through her body and her heart rate quickened. He pressed his thumb at the side of her mouth and held her head with his fingers around her neck just below her ear. He lent forward until he was close enough for his lips to make the most sensitive of contact with hers and he pulled back just a fraction and relaxing his hand away from her head, looked to see her response; they both. ..Shit!I was just standing there staring at the mannequin in the window. It waswearing a dusty rose (now how did I know that?) tank top and a very,very short denim skirt. And I had been looking at it with apparentinterest. No, not sexual interest; the mannequin was just one of thoseimpressionistic headless displays. I mean I was looking at the clothingas if I was intensely interested in the outfit.I heard a girl giggle. My face turned red at once; I thought I had beencaught by some girl who had. The scientists had all gone back to school and there were a few stenographers in the back of the room making notes. The blackboard was photographed a few times when new data was put on it.We were putting together a few books. Bell got their own data and agreed to coordinate the books getting published. This would be the first major way of educating people of what they would have to do to stay afloat in the coming years. With some serious arm-twisting I got some geared down as low as grade.