My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL."If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"4. My mother taught me LOGIC."...ecause I said so, that's why."5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC."If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT."Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."7. My mother taught me IRONY."Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."8. My. Margaret was two years older that me and since early childhood it was she who looked after me, made the everyday decisions and told me what to do. After my father's death, mother worked full time, as well as evenings and weekends, to support us, so it was natural that she assumed the role of my surrogate mother. Margaret always ensured that I washed and was dressed in clean clothes. She made sure I ate regular meals and also took upon herself the role of disciplinarian whenever she thought I. "What!?!" Mark asked with barely suppressed alarm."Shhh!" Doug hissed, still listening.Mark tried to stop breathing so as to better hear...Footsteps.Quick footsteps.Running footsteps, not slow, unsteady footsteps...Mark and Doug threw themselves to their feet and ran to the edge of theroof.Looking down, they saw a lone figure running through the empty streets."Hey!" Doug called down to him.The person stopped and glanced up fearfully."Where'd you come from?" Doug called down, hoping to hear. This gave Her the chance to view the potential prey as they arrived. She dressed for the hunt in a tight fitting leather blouse and skirt, Her silk stockings shimmering in the harsh neon light above the door.Time and again Sara sampled the passing trade as they headed towards the rear of the line and each time she dismissed them as she moved nearer to the door that was guarded by two hulky guys and one very small slender oriental girl.All three guardians were dressed in tuxedos with black bow.