Tsu Ming screams and twists. Chang strikes again,laying the wicked instrument across her cheeks again.Again and again Chang slashes Tsu Ming's buttoc...s,and slowly working his way down onto the backs of her thighs. Whipping her tender flesh from the backs of her knees to her tendercheeks. Tsu Ming is shrieking at the top of her lungs asChang whips her body, red welts crisscrossing her tormented flesh."AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!" . Need I say that I was quite nervous for thefirst ten minutes or so but when I saw no one even looking in mydirection at the diner, I calmed down and enjoyed my dinner.Mom, who could be a (Good natured) ball buster at times, insisted I wearthe dress home.I could not wait to change back as soon as I got home.The next day, when Carol came home, mom told her that Gramma bought hersome dresses and that she, mom, knew they fit because I modeled them forGramma.Of course Carol asked what mom was. .“Dad, I’d like for us to use your radar gun and clock Boyd in flight, before we leave. That is if we can even clock him at the speeds he travels.”“Sure, Boyd and I talked about it earlier...“Boyd, let’s move up along the flat plain above the lake bed to get a better reading on you.“Andrea, I’d like to get a timed reading on his speed, as a check against the laser reading with this handheld gun.”“Sure...“Savana can you help me with this? We’ll take dad’s hundred foot tape and mark off a strip. I held my jaw for a moment. I went back to thinking about these past months with Rick. He’ll be okay, I told myself. Only I didn’t believe it. Chapter 3 June 30th, 11:15 a.m. It was an unseasonably hot day in June. It was almost a week after my mini-breakdown caused me to quit my job in Los Angeles and run home to stay with Aunt Linda in Savannah. The humidity had turned the whole city into a muggy steamy soup of thick stale air. When I heard the knock and Rick’s voice saying ‘hey, open up.’.