With all the training going on for the next three weeks, good meals would likely be a scarcity.The agency people were at the gym at 8 sharp. This was ...nother hand-picked group, same as before. Ty handed me a brown office folder sealed with tamper tape and marked 'For your eyes only'."You're one of the few that I know of with this kind of access," he replied. "You can read it later,"Ching Lee, Vicky and I led them to the mats and started. We were still on the mats when Dad led the Rochester. White, with red bench seats front and rear with the big Impala insignias emblazoned in chrome. You know the car. The one the Beach Boys sang about, "She's real fine, my 409." Yea, that car.I started a conversation with the owner as soon as I got done staring. The owner was an older gentleman. I kept thinking what an old guy would want with a car like that, but looking back, the guy was probably 20 years younger than I am now. The guy had brought the car in for some belt squeal, no big deal.. With Joe being on the web and printing out information on these ports the time went by quickly. In looking at the time Joe thought Sara had been gone much longer than she said she would be and he started to be concerned.Finally Joe heard the front door open and saw Sara walk in.He could see that she was excited as she said, “You won’t believe what just happened.”“What happened?”“I had left a store and was walking to the car when a man in his early twenties approached me. He showed me a knife. “Calm down love! As soon as it eases a bit we’ll mek a dash fer it.” In the event the rain appeared to have set in although without the venom of its first onslaught. Debra was biting her lip and when the clock approached ten o’clock she was nearly in tears. “All right Debbie! It’s not as ‘eavy as it was. Let’s mek a run fer it!” The two girls were soon flying along in the rain toward Waterstone House. The weather was cruel that evening however for no sooner were they a few minutes on their way.