"I could hear the anger in Mike's voice as he told me the sad story of his mother's abuse at the hands of their stepfather.Mom had a little sister jus... one year younger named Samantha, and their stepfather threatened Mom that if she didn't do everything he told her to do then he was going to hurt Samantha. Mom loved her little sister very much. They were very close; and since their mother was an alcoholic who didn't really pay much attention to them, they had formed an extremely close emotional. But as nice as it was, I couldn't wait to get home. I love my friends and family, but I still felt as if this thing with Anna was too new, too fragile and I wanted to to focus on us for a while before letting the outside world in. Good intentions aside, I felt uncomfortable with the pressure our friends had put on us. Maybe they'd been waiting years for us to get together, but we hadn't known anything about it, consciously at least. So we stayed as long enough to be polite, but then excused. "Oh, Ok, well, I will just go then" she says, but I see how she hesitates and I realize that my shirt isn't really positioned in a way suitable for company. I look at Jory, and smile, and he just arches his eyebrows at me questioningly. We've never done anything like this before, so I'm not too sure how he will recieve it, but I go for it anyway. "sure you don't want to stay and hang out? I didn't even catch your name?" I ask the neighbor girl. She eyes me skeptically, but answers "Sorry,. I carefully pack them back in the storage bag and put them into the closet. I pull the M4 out of the drag bag, put it in the scabbard on my side of the bed and filled the mag pouches with the extra mags. I put the M1014 in the scabbard on Jens side of the bed and loaded up four bandoleers with various shotgun rounds.I change back into my BDUs, put my 1911 (in 10mm) on my hip and now I was ready.Then I remember something, pick up the phone and Gretchen asks, “Do you need an outside line?”I.