“Look – my Uncle Joe is a sheriff’s deputy and he can find you in Oxnard and arrest you.” “Kathy – if that’s your real name – we’re ...oth liars. I don’t live in Oxnard, I live in my van. I travel to where my girls are.” Tad showed his bad teeth again. “You might say I make house calls. When I’m finished with you I’ll give you something that will put you to sleep for a while – you’ll need some rest, I promise you. Meanwhile, I’ll be heading for my next girl, a pretty little college student, far. Goosebumps flow down your body, yet you feel only warmth. And now the hands are caressing you and squeezing you gently. Your thighs and calves quiver to the touch. Your breasts and buttocks yield desperately to their unseen tormenters. And now your whole body is quivering; not ascending towards sexual climax, but rather basking in a continual euphoria. Now the perspective has changed, as you can see yourself writhing on the floor. The floor is white; in fact, the whole room is white, and it?s. We just killed five REAL Nazis before they killed all of you. There may be more than one group. If there are, their guns ALSO won’t be loaded with blanks.” She pointed to a Policia officer and a group of extras carrying MP-40s, the same sub-machine gun that the Nazis, except the one packing the Uzi, had been using.“Give your guns to the officers.” She addressed the cop. “Check the bodies for ammo. They were planning a massacre; they’d have brought enough bullets to be sure everyone got their. As Tammie shifted her gaze about the room, she noted a young woman, perhaps twenty years old with long brown hair and a healthy figure, looking in her direction. The woman wore a pair of dark sunglasses but Tammie noticed her smirk and just knew the woman was watching her. The woman gave Tammie a full smile before turning to watch the office door open as a woman and her ten year old son entered. Tammie looked through the large sliding window at the receptionist's desk, hoping to see the doctor.