Ken-Gi tapped both Nathan and my shoulders and pointed to the far left flank.There were at least ten more of the attackers slipping past the fight and...circling behind it. We backed up and kept out of sight to allow us to continue to watch and figure out what was going on without getting involved.The ten now attacked the group we had followed along with the others that had joined them. The surprise attack was very successful in killing or wounding seven of the twenty. The remaining 13 fought. ’ ‘Yeah, I do. But it doesn’t pay squat. It’s not what I went to college for.’ ‘What was your degree?’ she asked while scooping up some of the meat sauce and mixing it back in with the pasta. ‘It was in computer programming.’ She nodded. ‘That’s good.’ ‘Well, it was a good idea to get a degree in it back when I got into college and the dot com industry was going like crazy. I took that major because it was the degree to have if you wanted to make money. By the time I graduated the industry had. As a full Lieutenant, I was able to afford to buy a decent house on Confederate Dr. in Pensacola and settled in to an unspoken arrangement with MaryAnn. She could do what she wanted and I would too. The only rule was she had to be discrete. I did not want to find out who she was fucking and I wouldn’t tell her who I was. It wasn’t a modern “open marriage.” It was more like the military in the 90’s—”Don’t ask, and don’t tell.”In early 1976 MaryAnn’s mother moved in with us. I never got along. I hear steps coming towards me but I couldn't see who was making them. I didn't feel scared because the sound was familiar, yet scary at the same time. I tried to look around but all I could see was one bright light and a big post in the middle of the room. it had wooden walls and a concrete floor. I could tell the person making the sounds was a woman, because the steps could only be made by high heels. the only thing I wanted to know was 'who was the woman'? After a few minutes the steps.