" We haven't decided what the long term plan is, but right now we're down to two options. One is that I drop out of the group and we go back to monog...my. I'm good with this, but she isn't sure if it will work. The other plan is that I do what I will, and she gets someone on the side. In either case, we go to counseling and maintain strict honesty with each other about what we're doing sexually."After a pause, Tom said, "Well, whatever you decide, we're behind you. Keep us posted." You'll. It sounded like every rifle in the world was shooting and all of the bullets were headed their way. The bullets were not accomplishing much, unless they were serving to vent frustration on the part of the Mexicans. Nobody in the church could figure out why so many bullets were being wasted, since there was no chance that a bullet could come through the thick adobe walls.There was no chance of sneaking up on the church under cover of the "suppressing" fire, since the men on the roof were not. Sarge calls the ranch to let Bubba know what they’ve found while he signals for Pat to move off to the side so they can have the smugglers in a crossfire if there’s any trouble.Pat moves off to the side of the men so he’s looking down their left side when he kneels behind a rock with some scrub just in front of it. He has his .22 calibre version of the M1 carbine ready with one of the long magazines in it as well as a round in the breech. On his radio Pat listens to the conversation between. I saw the two white guys coming. They were well dress and didn’t look at me, so I didn’t pay much attention. One of them grabbed me quickly and spun me around. He penned my arms while the other one pounded me. After a couple of hard punches I went down. Then the one, who had held me, got in a last kick to my back. I sat on the sidewalk as they hurried away. I was too sick to do much of anything.After what seemed like an hour but was less than ten minutes I leaned on the vinyl siding to drag.