We laid there in silence for a little bit as our thoughts caught up then Cindy started to talk about Amy. She told me some of the details she divulged...and various other things they discussed.I was somewhat annoyed at the level of detail that Amy conveyed. No that any of it was bad actually it was all positive but just the thought she may blab her mouth to someone else, I guess it was just the principle of the thing.I didn't mind she was so detailed with Cindy but hoped she is a bit more. ‘Ha fucking ha,’ I groaned. He let me up and I stood adjusting my hair and then my skirt. We just stopped and stared at each other for a few seconds. I slipped my rather sore ass on his knee and put my arms around his shoulder. ‘I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?’ he asked. ‘Yeah, so you better make up for it,’ I said with a pout. He smiled, and we had one of those movie moments. I moved my head towards his, real slow. Our eyes just locked on each others, until our lips touched and I had to. I heard a loud vacuum cleaner coming from the back yard. I went to the kitchen window to see what the noise was. I looked out the back yard to the neighbors house just beyond the big wooden 8ft fence. I put my drink down on the kitchen table.I opened the sliding glass door. I walked back toward the fence separating our properties. I had only met a few of the neighbors before I went to prison. I figured the Nixon had moved since I left. I got to the fence. I could not find a vantage point to. "Hi, Nina, I just got the imagery. It looks like they have hooked up all the trailers and formed a chain. I sure wish I knew what these two guys were up to," I said."I don't know, but they sure cleaned out Wal-Mart. They spent eighteen thousand dollars there, tonight. Mister Brakes paid for it with his credit card," Nina said."So, what's wrong with that?" I asked."Nothing, but it's this Mike Sampson that has me worried. He has a Federal Weapons license. He owns an M-60, a .30 caliber and a .50.