The experience hadbeen an exacting one, and we were still not out of danger.The flatbed truck was blocking the road as before. The militiamen wereeith...r standing around it or sitting on the truck bed, with some of thempassing the time by chatting. A fire was burning in the field just a fewyards from the road. Three of the men were gathered around it, tendingto it and making coffee with an old black pot that was suspended overthe flames on a stick. The amateur soldiers' own means. It was so crowded that people kept bouncing into me. Since it was mostly women, I did not really mind it. Next to me was one young woman who was pretty drunk. She kept making out with a guy and at the same time trying to watch the band. I got my beer and drank some of it. People started to dance and that moved the crowd into us even more. When it shifted, the drunk girl got closer to me. She started to dance and was rubbing herself on to me. She had a tight little ass and she managed grind it. I was watching The History Channel early that evening while Audra and Irma puttered around in the kitchen. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I had disconnected the door buzzer but had not yet replaced it. I wondered why Elise bothered to knock as I got up to answer the door. When I opened the door I saw an impeccably attired twenty-something woman holding a microphone. I quickly noticed an overgrown kid standing to the side of her recording everything. It took me a second to realize that. When she began to run her hand over his massive chest, she found a small round scar."What is this?" she asked like a little girl who had just found a coin on her mother's rug."A scar." He said in a quick attempt to pass the subject by."How did it get there?" I was shot," he said unceremoniously, like maybe he had just skinned his knee."What do you mean ... shot?" Linda asked in a voice that was beginning to falter."Like in the cowboy movies. One guy points a gun at another guy, and pulls the.