I’m always glad to see you come in.” Said Wilbur the Manager, “Just a minute Father John.” The three were heading to the door with seven carts...full. Two of them had 400 pounds of big potatoes in them. Two of them was full of meat with another one full of turkeys, “Your truck full of cases should be here in the morning.” Willa had put together an order, ran it by John who tripled it then approved and passed it onto Wilbur.‘When do I need to pay you for it?” John asked.“Before the first of the. And that's the fucking problem! I don't WANT gentlemen who respect me! I want a fucking BARBARIAN to forcibly take me without bothering to argue the point!Despite what we've all seen in movies and television, most of America's wars were started by (gues who?) America! You invaded Mexico, annexed Texas, started a war with Spain so you could conguer the Phillipines and Cuba. You went into Iraq (twice!) just for the hell of it, you have boots on the ground in every other country on the planet. Don’t be afraid, I will be waiting for you.? Patricia stepped into the warm evening air, thankful that it was summer, considering her present state of unress. As Patricia approached the car, her stomach was turning somersaults, her heart was racing, breathing labored. It was indeed in a very secluded area, which did little for her peace of mind. She completed the task of binding herself, a whimper escaping the gag as the last cuff ratcheted closed around her slender wrist. She could do. " Sir Patrick scowled over his gold half rimmed spectacles as he contemplated the scene.On one side of the room an upturned chair lay on the floor. Strips of tape wrapped around the front legs and the back support showed where someone - Suzie, Gerry imagined - had been kept tied up. Clean cut marks on the tape suggest that someone had used a knife to set her free rather than that she had managed to escape.The other odd thing that Gerry noticed was that there was no sign of any of Suzie's.