Take those rag headed bastards out now. Immediately, an increased amount of rifle fire reached out to the truck. At first it held its line of travel t...en the driver slumped over the wheel and the truck veered off the road and nosed into a two story building. When it came to a stop the cab was inside the building and debris had fallen all around it.PSG Simms looked around and motioned some of his soldiers to approach the truck to verify all the combatants were neutralized. He felt some. "What is it you deliver." Legal papers, things that need proof of delivery. I also pick up cars now and then and other valuable. I more or less serve court papers." Well Mr. Boyle I'm surprised there is that much work," I said honestly."Yeah, I do have to scramble to make it sometimes," he said."So okay Mr. Boyle what can I do for you? You do want more than to just say hello," I said."Okay, I'm going to take possession of a very fancy truck in about two minutes. I just thought I would give you. I could not get time to spend alone time with Faiza. Finally, at night, Faiza’s daughter Ayesha got married in a small ceremony at the farm and left for her in-law’s place.All the relatives left except for Faiza’s mother. Faiza told her mother about love life with me. Faiza’s mother, Nushrat, was in her 70s, had white hair and wrinkles. She laughed at the thought of me loving Faiza. She said, “Faiza, some of your children are older than him. I want to see you guys kiss.”Faiza immediately came. ”“My name is Betsy. Thank you, Mr. Morgan. You’re my angel tonight. I’m not sure where I’m headed, but am so happy you picked me up. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.”“Mr. Morgan is too formal. Please call me Joe.”Betsy giggled and smiled at me. She seemed much happier after I told her she could come with me. All the worry from her face disappeared. I’m sure she was relieved that she wouldn’t need to walk the interstate tonight. However, I was pretty sure she’d have gotten picked up fairly.