This was one tough, and brave little girl ... No, not girl, Woman. She was ALL woman.I had the coffee brewed and a cup in my hand by the time she came...out to tell me her clothes were laid out. She declined a cup of her own, grabbing a quick sip out of mine. We headed for the bedroom.She had a plain brown dress, with just the minimum of embroidery on it. I assumed it would end just above, or just below her knees. A plain white bra, and what we used to call "granny panties" as underwear. I hadn't. And what was worse was everyone knew they were traveling, so nobody was going to miss them.With the car leaning as far as it was, Linda feared it could still slide even further down the embankment, or even worse… flip over. She didn’t want Davey getting out of his door for fear the car might slide or roll over on him, so she said, “Davey, I’m going to get out and take a look around… you stay here and don’t move around too much, ok?” Her young son just looked at her with a look of fear on his. One had a huge crucifix with shackles. Though this excited his tired and tortured member, it was no more than he would have expected given the lady of the house. He went the full length of the floor, found no stairs or lift in either the rooms or the hallway, and worked his way to the other end on the opposite corridor as he turned he found an end room with a large archway but no door- he entered with anticipation. It was a stark, bare room with no furnishings other than a leather- clad post-. "What's with the island? He told me that he was heading to the Middle East."The person sitting in the forward chair ignored my questions. "How soon until we get there?" Parris Island in twenty five minutes, General, if I'm reading these instruments correctly." Parris Island?? Why would he want to go there?" He doesn't have a choice."I started to move to the navigation chair. "Explain yourselves."The officer in the forward chair snapped, "We do not have to explain ourselves to any civilians."I.