The bell kept ringing."Go away!" Jennifer yelled.Whoever was at the door wasn't listening. The bell kept ringing until she couldn't ignore it any long...r. She thought about putting on something else but the robe covered her important parts and she wasn't planning on talking long.She carried her cup of coffee to the front door, and opened it. An elderly man stood there. She could see an old car parked at her curb."Yes," she said."Are you Mrs. Jennifer Wales?" he asked."You can read the mailbox,". "I glance down at my dress, expecting to see a sea of wrinkles but itlooks as if it is fresh from the laundry, clean and neatly pressed. Mustbe my subconscious taking care of me."You're too kind General ... I'm sorry, I don't think we've beenintroduced."He pops up and bows. "I am General Joshua Dekes, second in command ofthe Queen's Guard. This is General Laughlin Slyter." The man to my righthops up and bows. "And this is General Pytor Fortney." The man on myleft does the same. "We are General. She hadn't even noticed it during the torturous three plus hour ordeal.She arrived at the apartment complex and noticed the police cars and news vans around the front of the building. She slowly drove to the back of the building and tried to enter from the rear. Lisa road the freight elevator to the 5th floor apartment she had been ordered to meet Mr. Kelly at.Immediately upon exiting the elevator a uniformed police officer recognized her."Lisa? Lisa Brennan?" he asked her in a kind voice."Yes". She had gotten stranger since she started hanging out with Conner. Still, Jocelyn wasn't going to let it bother her. Nothing was bothering her tonight. She felt so relaxed--more so than she had in weeks. She wondered if there was more tequila in this thing than she thought. Oh well--she had tomorrow off. Might as well enjoy the evening. She took another sip and stretched languorously, wiggling her toes. She had cute toes, she observed. She wrapped a strand of her shoulder-length blonde hair.