"It's a date then. See you Wednesday, the water is on me." She added.I started to walk to the thirteenth tee and she called me back."Here." She said, ...anding me a cocktail napkin. "I wrote my number and address on this. Meet me at the house. I live on the s*******nth fairway at this course. We can take my personal cart right to the practice range. This course will be too busy on Wednesday."She drove off, and I continued on the back nine. I tucked the napkin in my yardage book for safe. "Hey!" she screamed. He quickly climbed onto her body and crawled up to her head. He sat his ass right on her face to keep her quiet and then tied her hands with the other rope.While remaining on her face, as her arms flailed and her body bucked, he reached into his trunk and pulled out a few more ropes. He then tied her wrists to her ankles, forcing her into a fetal position. He removed one more rope. He tied a knot into the middle, then tied that knot into a bigger knot. He got off her face. I wrote to UMass-Amherst requesting that they send my transcripts to Carleton University, the Canadian school of my choice. A couple of months went by and I finally got a letter of acceptance from Carleton University. They accepted me as an international student since I wasn’t a Canadian citizen or a permanent resident yet. Hell, the Canadian government hadn’t even accepted my refugee claim yet. Anyhow, I decided to work my butt off to pay for school. I saved about thirty five hundred dollars. “Fire!” This time the command is from Zola.The jungle resounds with gunfire and flamethrower blasts. Fear mixed with excitement course through Audra.“Short bursts!” Stone yells over the roar of the gunfire. “Conserve your ammo!”Audra relaxes her trigger slightly. She hadn’t realized that she was going full blast until the sergeant said something. She takes a deep breath and focuses. She aims at an advancing chaser and mows it down, tearing its fungus body apart. She turns and blasts the stalker.