He could gauge the length of her upper arm, and he imagined the perky breasts that hung just above his spine. When Cheryl sat on a stool near his head...and started to knead his neck, he imagined her strong shoulders rolling forward with each stroke. He imagined her not in the nurse’s scrubs that she wore, but in a deep-necked top that hung off one shoulder, exposing the line of her clavicle. In his mind, he saw a bead of sweat meander down her neck before following the collar bone to her. I was the scratches to my arms thoroughly, managing to get the ones on my back as best I can. With the shower off, it’s eerily quiet. I walk through each room, taking in its contents. The living room, clean as normal. The hallways are empty of obstructions, the windows are all clean, even the decks are free of sand. Such a feat must take a lot of dedication. Everything was pristine. Nothing was out of place. I move to the kitchen, hoping to quietly have breakfast ready before you awaken. The. Her blouse was torn open and her breast were bare. The men had a rope around the woman's neck and were yanking her around. I demanded they release her, they seemed to speak English with a guttural accent. But it was enough to understand they were telling me to mind my own business...that and the big knife they each carried.They turned my way and since I didn't wish to take a chance in harming the lady. I reached for my pistol which was on my left side rigged for a cross draw.I pulled the. There may have even been a bit of blood from where it pushed into me.What the fuck? I had fifty caliber BMG 50 rounds shot at me and didn’t even notice. This was a handgun. Shouldn’t my shield have blocked it?I watched the van squeal off just seconds before cops squealed up.“Marlene? Marlene,” a woman was yelling. “Get your ass out here right now girl or you will begging me to have your father whip your butt with a belt.”That got me hit in the back, hard, as the girl, who I guess was Marlene,.