He knelt down next to her."So, what are these places like? You must be a brave lass to go to all those places."Marla smiled and gave an account of the...places she'd visited, the sights she'd toured, the carpet shops she'd been to. She told him how difficult it was sometimes to shake off the persistent attention of Moroccan men in the Kasbahs and medinas, and how there always seemed to be someone who wanted to be her friend and tour guide. She recounted the ruses she used to escape from their. “Move it!”I had to give her credit. When she saw the look in my eyes, she exploded into action.Ten minutes later, with Callie pulling a small, blood-red overnight case behind her, we left the apartment. I guided us to the stairs, grabbed her case and led us down. Should we take the car? It would be faster but it could be tracked, the license plate known. The Metro? No. Too many security cameras. Car it would be.Callie jumped into the Mercedes. It was obvious she was confused and now scared. As. "Yes, daddy! Help her!" the shithead laughed. The same fellow how had told me it was just a game, stood next to Daddy and said the same thing to him."No game!" Daddy roared. I swear that if I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't have believed it. He swung around and did something like a judo chop on the throat/adams- apple of the second pirate. It was stuff he learned in the Marines. As the guy collapsed, Daddy grabbed a dagger and a sword that was on the unconscious pirates belt and pulled them out.. Music could be heard spilling out of every inch of thehouse. The vibrations shaking the windows violently and those of theneighboring houses. After pounding on the door several times, the musicseemed to quiet down some and the sound of hushed voices could be heard.The giant door opened up a smidge, enough for the head of a young man bythe name of Joe Briarson to peek his head out."May I help you?" Joe hissed, his voice clearly sounded annoyed with theinterruption."This is the third night in a.