In less than twenty-four hours, he'd acquired a half-dozen messages. Taking out his PDA, he made notes from each message.When he got to the one from M...rigold, he stopped writing. Once the message was finished, he turned to Dawn, "Marigold just left me a really weird message. We'd better get going." Is she in trouble?" asked Dawn."I don't know," said Thule, already walking towards the car. "But, we'd better get moving, just in case."Dawn was already trotting past him, "Should we call her. I look at Uncle Steve and ask the obvious, “So you heard us?”He laughs and says, “Oh yeah! I had to go the bathroom in the middle of the night and the noise was impossible to ignore. Your door was open a crack, so I peeked in and caught the entire show. The full moon gave me a nice clear view of the action. I gotta say, you kids got me pretty worked up. I had to relieve myself before I could get back to sleep.”Sherry, little slut that she is, says, “Um, well I could have taken care of that for. I feel anxious, not being able to move, I wait for claustrophobia to set in like it does every day in such situations. But then, suddenly, I feel calm, the soft noise of the train, its vibrations, people talking around me, everything disappears and there is only, you! Your body pressed tightly against me; I can feel every button on your jacket, your hip bones against my upper thighs, your small breasts against my lower ribcage, even your heartbeat, fast but steady. I glance down to see your. I had my first chance to look around.My property looked like a parking lot for half the MPD and MFD. Several police officers turned to face me and saluted; from my position I couldn’t salute but I could reach up and give a thumbs-up. That got me a lot of cheers. I asked that they take me around to see what was on fire, and it turned out to be my storage shed where we kept the lawnmower. I guess the Somalis had shot it up, and it had some gas cans inside. Bullets and gas don’t mix well. The.