Cassandra turned to me and smiled almost lovingly. Her smile was tinged with enough sadness, that I knew she felt pity about my appearance and pitiful...financial condition. Her pity hurt me, but she surprised me by saying, "If you are going to make my family swoon, we have to do something about your clothes. Those things have to go."I just wish I'd known how ... how ... well, how beat up your clothing got from the explosion, I would have arranged for everything to be delivered to the hospital.. "Samantha will be out in a moment, and I'm sure she would like to see you before you leave." I was far less sure of that, and I was torn between my fascinated desire to see how his wife conducted herself after her ordeal and my reluctance to subject her to further mortification--not to mention my own embarrassment. "I'm afraid I must," I said finally. "Please convey my farewells, and my thanks, to your wife, and tell her that I . . . I hope to see her again soon." "I'm sure you. James put his left hand in his pocket and withdrew a black metal rectangular box. He held it up for her to see, "How are you going to shoot me without any bullets?"Then he quickly swept his hand out, ripped the gun from her hand, inserted the magazine and brought it up to bear on her. Jessica gulped in fear.James shook his head pitifully. He made sure the safety was on before putting the gun in one of his large pockets. Then he smiled at Jessica before he punched her right in the stomach. It. Peaking out a window, I couldn't help but grinning as I saw Leslie mowing the lawn over at my house. Apparently noticing me at the window, she turned and waved at me. I waved back, then turned away from the window, chuckling to myself. "Well I had been planning on mowing lawns today" I said aloud as I went back to snooping. Hesitating at Leslie's bedroom, I tried thinking if there was anywhere else in the house that I hadn't gone through yet. Since I couldn't think of one, I went inside,.