That means that there are a lot of people still in there and they're not making any attempt to leave even though the bar was due to close for the nigh... more than an hour ago. So either they're all dead or badly injured or they have been taken hostage. Were this a hostage situation, the hostage takers would have answered the phone to give their demands when the OIC called. I don't think this could be anything but our boy."Tom called the OIC back over, the young officer looking askance at the. . She couldn't think. Everything was so complicated for her that she couldn't organize her thoughts. She lifted her head and looked at him to... to... She wanted him to move away from her. Her mind was a seething conflicting mass of ideas and concepts... thoughts that would not gell. Even as she looked into his eyes, his light brown eyes, she could feel herself weakening, falling under the demands her body had been making all her life... demands that were not being met by her husband. God! Bob. Now."Later the three couples walked out into the sunshine with three new marriage licenses. "We'll meet you back at the house," Amanda told themAs they walked toward the parking lot, Mark took her hand and led her down the steps and back to the pink motorcycle. "I thought you wanted to take a limo home." There was laughter in her voice."All at once it dawned on me, I could walk down the street in a lavender miniskirt with no underwear on and I would still be me. I had started to go macho. Her name was Sandi. Sandi had lost her job, and her husband had walked out on her and her two k**s. She was doing her best to raise two teenagers and put food on the table with the small unemployment stipend each week. She was behind in her rent and facing eviction. As she dressed that morning she realized that her diet of rice, pasta and potatoes the past couple of months had gone to her thighs and butt. It was a tight squeeze into her skirt and blouse. She opted to dress up a bit ad wear her.