Though I was far from being there myself. Joy was, and continued to be a disconcerting puzzle to me. She was indeed an enigma of character that had me...constantly trying to second guess her intent, continually keeping me on my toes whenever I was around her."What about the main windows?" I asked trying to change the subject and give me reason and cause to avert my eyes away from Joy's continued, almost obscene display of herself."I don't think we need to worry about those just yet," Cynthia. Even though we were texting, i sensed that she was panicking a bit. She's very good at what she's doing, and suddenly she needs to dress like a slut in a professional event! But like always, she managed to surprise herself, the audience, and me. She handled the first set of instructions with high black heels, tight, short, black dress, and black lace bra. As her hair was naturally almost pitch black, this was stylish, but unbelievable sexy outfit. At the same time it was perfectly balanced. Although it was a warm spring evening, the intruder was dressed in long sleeves, dark, and a ski mask. In his hand he held a rather heavy-looking handgun. He didn't point it at me — in fact, he simply stood there rather nonchalantly.But one thing I can tell you. The instant I saw him I had no doubt he would get whatever he wanted from our home that evening."Wake-up honey. Aubrey, wake up." Huh, Dad? What's the matter? What time is it?" Hush, honey, listen to me. I don't want you to be afraid. None of the other encounters with enemy scouts were quite so dramatic, but the scout was killed in every case before he could report back to his commander that the defenders had been sighted. Each scout team had reported back to me by their radio of their success, so my hopes were beginning to rise.Our MLR was at the edge of a rather dense forest with a funnel-like exit in our direction. My troops were arranged along the edge of the tree line, and the Bofors look-alike was stationed behind some.