"I'll miss you too sweetie." he said as he picked me up and pecked meon the cheek.Everybody else finished with their goodbyes and finally he got into ...istruck and drove away. I was really pretty sad, but I figured if Ireally started to miss him, I could always just call him.I finally decided to head to my room and go to bed. I was laying out mynightgown when there came a knocking at the door."Just me." Mrs. Taylor said as she cracked the door open."C'mon in." I said.She did so and sat down next. While she was traveling. I didn't know why at the time, but I wrote down the names and addresses of all of the women we rescued. Maybe, I had an inkling of some further use for the list.Anyway, the women left, and Jane and I resumed our trek to Eagle Pass. When it was all said and done, we did not make much profit from the rescues, but we did gain considerable satisfaction from the adventure.We finally made it to Eagle Pass without further ado, which we were happy about. Eagle Pass was a nice. I mean, even I knew we were in for a change, and it seemed phenomenal to me, too. As we put the numbers up on the board, there would be occasional cheers, but as the evening went on, the networks began interrupting with some big fucking news! John Thomas was on the phone, and he tapped me and looked at me awestruck. “Rosty’s gone!” he told me just before it was announced. Dan Rostenkowski had failed to win re-election, which didn’t surprise me in some ways, considering he was linked to the. "You will keep my secret?" she said, quietly."Is something I can do!" he grinned."What'll we do?" the Anarchist known as Benino, or 'Beni' for short, asked. He scanned the obstacle carefully, looking for the armoured car's crew.It sat squat in the middle of the narrow road, apparently lifeless. On the front guard was painted the Falangist insignia, its turret pointed out over the river.The road wound up the side of the mountains in front of them. At the top, maybe 10 kilometres away, was the.