They had an old busted creeper type van that was broken down in the far back of their driveway. That was the copss van. Well I got to be a cop, and so...did my cousin. Not Fred though, my cousin who was in 2nd grade, Jesse. He is the cutest little boy ever! Smooth white skin, rosy cheeks, cute pouty pink lips. How we played the game was that the cops would stay in the van for 20 minutes while the robbers would try to hide around the yard or in the house. Since I was older I got to be in the. ...But if not her... then who…? All was suddenly still, whilst everythin[/i]g else came colliding together at the same time, the water around him much darker than elsewhere, the thing below him strangely unmoved, as he now realised it had only been receiving. His head buzzed with the expectation of something terribly wrong, as the head bobbed up and he saw everything; the mouth twisted into an eternal agonizing wail, the water around him now an oily crimson, testament to the bestial carnage. Sorry, he left me no choice."The God produced no lightning bolts. In fact, my confession seemed to make him even more distracted. He stared at my armor, seemingly fascinated by the emblem on my chest."If you don't mind my asking," he took another long drink, not noticing his glass was empty, "Why did you choose that particular combination? Tiger and Sun? There is no such thing as Sun tiger mail." He paused and shook his head before continuing. "I was beginning to doubt my sanity, but now I see. ”“Come inside, anyway.”“What movie did you see?” I asked, following them into the house.“Patriot Games, the new Tom Clancy movie,” Bill Junior, said. “It was pretty good. Didn’t follow the book perfectly, but close enough.”“We’ll see that when we get back to Chicago. Things have been pretty hectic the last few months with my business and some other stuff I’m involved in.”Mrs. Billings brought out lemonade and cookies. It didn’t exactly fit my diet, but I’d burned off enough energy earlier that.