This particular store, always open 24 / 7, was their normal gas stop. On that Sunday not only were the pumps not working but there was no one inside o... the store. Jan remembered how weird it seemed to find the door unlocked and no one around. Karen had panicked as she went through the entire store frantically searching for Cathy, the normally friendly clerk.As they left Karen calmed down some but voiced all of their concerns, "This is beyond weird. Where is everyone?"Luckily the car had enough. I called them to no avail, though the clerk there suggested Bonnie Doon and supplied the number. I spoke to a cheery woman there who said they had two of the three books. Unfortunately, one was First Sunrise. But I arranged to have The Dreamtime sent directly to "Mr. Patrick S. Hollister" and gave her a charge card number. He'd have it for the weekend. I felt much better and returned to the office.There, I made several copies of the letter from the Ministry, faxed it and my (signed) response to. I put your guns under the bed. Ana, hand me yours."Ana handed Mary her purse, and she disappeared inside,Before I could answer, a police car barreled in, and I walked over as they bailed out. One of them was pointing their gun at me.I held up my hands as I said, "Officers we called it in." ALL OF YOU ON THE GROUND NOW!" the policeman shouted.I knelt and watched as the cop advanced on me and searched me. He found my speed loaders and asked, "Where's the guns?"'Shit!' I thought and then said, "My. Then he wiped his mouth and said you mean if I asked her to fuck she would? I said I could guarantee it , she has told me time and time again how sey she thinks you are. About that time Gail and my wife walked up each sipping a frozen drink. What you men talking about Gail asked. I didn't speak I just looked at my wife. She knew what that look ment. My wife turned to Gail and said sex...the horny bastards are talking about fucking us . I spoke up and said not both of yall. Gail looked me right.