She bit down, but the leather-covered foam was too resilient. It seemed like hours. Finally she settled down, resigned that there was nothing that she...could do. (This is where our story began). After what seemed like another eternity, she began to worry again. What if something had happened to John? She could die bound up like this! She had to escape! Her furious struggles left her lying on her back, after thumping her head on the floor. She heard someone coming up the stairs and she froze. Who. His dad, an accountant, gave him some pointers on scheduling his time and keeping accurate books. Then he took his son to the bank and donated a hundred dollars to open checking and savings accounts that the boy would be responsible for. He even got Benny a debit card issued in his name so he could buy gasoline and supplies and have a record of his expenses.Mr. Selkirk suggested it might be best to schedule customers for regular visits, rather than show up at their doors asking if they needed. Over the years she had racked up quite a body count and actually managed to save the galaxy more than once. She'd already made enough money to last several lifetimes depending on how she chose to spend them. But what else would she do with her time? After the military, the only life she'd ever known was the hunt.That made her time in between contracts almost unbearable. She had a taste for fine foods and even owned a very respectable wardrobe which mostly just collected dust since she had no. And I was sort of hoping I could sling it into the back myself, I always wanted to try that.’ She gave us a huge grin. ‘That’s okay with me, but it’s a strange thing for a girl to want to do.’ ‘Maybe I’m not like other girls.’ She said shyly. ‘No, I don’t think you are.’ I smiled. ‘I’m Dave, this scruffy git is Bill.’ I held out my hand. ‘Emma.’ She said, shaking my proffered hand in amusement. ‘I’ll bring the chair over when I hear you start the truck.’ With that she turned away again. Part.