The next stop was next door at Sam's Club, here again we parked as close to the door as we could get.Jacob and I wandered up and down the aisles check...ng what was left that we could use. About half way back, we both heard a noise and the sounds of feet running towards the other side of the building. Jacob yelled, "Hello" but no one answered and everything remained quiet. Jacob and I decided it was time to withdraw and we backed our way to the door carefully, so as not to be surprised.The last. Fresh lemon, like trombones but not too loud. My body was buzzing and I had time for a run before the meat was ready to be fried. I don’t grill. Hate it. The grill wants all the attention, the frying pan is a team player. It doesn’t mess up the chords. I sniffed my running shoes. The white ones were most eager. I put them on and stood in my garden for a while. I wonder how I managed before, without a garden. In the garden I can calibrate my head, get it used to being outdoors. It was a good. " She answered confidently."Sure, and by the way, thanks for scaring the shit out of me. Getting married and having kids are two things I NEVER thought I might even THINK about." Now be honest, you HAVE at least thought and considered it now, right?" She asked with puppy eyes."Believe it or not, yes, and I'm sure my guardian ego angel is jumping off a building right now." I laughed."Neither you or I should be thinking that far ahead, but since we aren't 18 anymore, it has to enter the thought. Jim fired again, but he missed this time. Shit! Oh, well, you can’t win them all!Jane fired then, and a man screamed in pain. That was good, but there were still eight more men to deal with. The Wasters were now shooting, and the bullets were coming close. Jim moved to his left and fired another snap shot. This time, he could see that he had hit his target, but not badly enough to put him out of the fight. Dammit, it was taking too long to shift his aim with that heavy shotgun. Okay, he had.