They followed the dirt road up the Salt River and found a road block at Tortilla Flat that was manned by two men. Both men were killed before they cou...d give an alarm. That is where Rob found the two way FM radios the bad guys were using. Both of the men at the road block had one so Rob took them along. He didn't want to leave the dead bodies as a clear indicator of the battle. He threw them on the back of the truck and scuffed out the blood marks left on the road. He dumped the dead bodies. "Ah, yeah," she said, turning to me at last. "I'll have a martini, shaken, on the rocks." You got it," I said. When I gave her the drink she thanked me, putting in a fancy pink bendy straw from her purse and sipping it. Odd chick, but one hell of a looker. "If you don't mind me saying so, miss, that's one unusual outfit you got there." Oh, thanks," she said. "It runs in the family. My whole family's crazy. Plus we had a killer party last night. I wanted to try something different. What a wild. This story is written for and dedicated to Miss Porcelaina Valeriana. She is my love and addiction. Please send any comments/suggestions to me at [email protected]. They are appreciated and warmly received.This story may be reposted or archived provided the following conditions are met:1) The story is not altered in any way2) The story contains my name and disclaimer3) You do not make money from the storyIntroduction:It is funny and wonderful that there is a powerful. "He held me close and said, "I know about this weekend. Well, I know about most of it. I don't care. I already learned my lesson. I know you were hurt, badly. You have been damaged mentally and physically. We'll work at it. You'll get better. We'll get better. I won't let you go again."I knew he meant it. It didn't matter, though. I was going to die soon.I asked him how he found me. I didn't understand what he was doing here and I was curious to know how he found me.He replied, "I received that.