If hate has a face, that was it. He raised his gun again and pointed it at me.And then the one thing both bad and good, that I will see in my memory f...rever:Laurel jumped in front of me to protect me!She was willing to give herself up to save me!Then she fell, or got knocked down, and I could see Leland again.But he looked different. That hatred on his face had turned to surprise, confusion, and his head snapped forward, and he kept leaning towards me, until he fell on his face. I think I'd. Now she acted repressed, almost confused."Lauren, I haven't seen much of you two for the last month, is something wrong with you or Rory? Is he okay?" Dave asked. "That's a good question Dave, I'm not sure how to answer it. I'm going to tell you something that's going to seem very farfetched. You may even think me crazy when I'm done but every word is true, I swear it is. You have to believe me." Dave knew that something serious was wrong, Lauren never talked like this, she never let things. When the farmers and other merchants came in from the countryside, they were carefully screened to make certain they were all followers of King George and would cause no trouble inside the marketplace or in the vital dock area where all of the supplies were landed almost on a daily basis. None of the civilians wore any item of clothing that might be associated with the Patriot cause and blue jackets and coats were a non-starter because it was too close to the Rebel uniforms of the Continental. She engineered it so it ripped the clothesoff from the outside in and the candle for her release key should trigger in45 minutes to an hour after she had been stripped of her underwear. She went downstairs and pissed and got a drink. She bathed and dressed inthe lingerie only and then retrieved the one extravagance in her order fromthe internet. It was an O ring gag. She had tried it on before and was surprisedthat it did not stretch her jaws as much as she had thought it would. She checked her.