The more I thought about it, the more it made me mad and I was more determined than ever to kill every terrorist I could find. Not only me but Vicky h...d a new fire in her eye every time a terrorist or terrorism was mentioned.The weekend was subdued; it was recovery, rest, and rejuvenation time. But Saturday morning Vicky and I went to Fort Smith to feed the prisoners and to deliver Balthazar’s letter to his father and to help clean them up.Robert had run it through the translator and Abra had. The temperature was in the mid-seventies and there were no clouds in the incredibly blue sky. We drove to a busy area where there were many restaurants and shops, we chose a small café to eat at. The food was delicious and we spent almost two hours eating and talking. I was excited to be out and see a little of the beauty of the island, I was anxious to see the rest. The great thing about the Hawaiian Islands (so Vincent said) was that each island was small enough that you could see a good. We planned to meet. I told her I coming this month’s end (means last month) we are going to meet you. She asked me where, I said in my friend’s room at first she scared to come there but I convinced her safe place she agreed. We counted the das for our meeting. Finally the day came I reached hyd I called her and inform to her to come koti from there I pick u, I waited nearly ½ hour in bus stop. She get down from bus I said to her to tie scarf to cover her face. I took an auto went to. "You see me at work and then at home. You might get tired of me."Gary nodded. "No. I could never get tired of you. You know tonight was hard. I had to watch you dance for that drunk asshole and I don't know ... I just wanted to go over there and kick his ass and carry you over my shoulder. I wanted to take you away."Ginger smiled sadly. "Does the fact that I'm a stripper bother you now?"Gary shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe. But I can't say anything. It's your job. It's what you do."Ginger moved.