"Are you on your way to acostume ball?" Standing in front of a full length mirror, Lt. Lawrencewas attired in an Egyptian belly dancer costume. It loo...ed really quitefetching on him."Well, no," Lt. Lawrence replied. "The higher-ups want me to organizethe Arabs into a guerilla fighting force to go against those blighters,the Ottoman Turks. I figured this is the best way to attract those Arabblokes' attention before I can pitch the sale. Watch this." The Britisharmy officer turned the crank on a. She quickly fed fresh shells into the magazine. She knew if it got bad she wouldn’t have time to reload, so she needed to keep it full for when the time came.The riders regrouped under shelter of the trees. “Goddamnit, Preacher! That can’t be little girls in there. You shore your eyes are as good as they used to be?”The man got a quirt across the face that knocked him from the saddle. Preacher was sitting over him, his own shotgun pointed at him. “Never ever take the Lord’s name in vain boy. Do. I already had a few agreements with her when she wore tight clothes or short skirts and the like, but I quickly learned that my points didn't come across to her. She just couldn't understand. She just thought the clothes made her look nice, that's all. She didn't believe boys really thought the way I told her. She wanted to dress attractively, in the way everyone else in her class dressed. When I realized that there was no way I could change her, I decided to drop the issue and try to ignore. I opened the fridge but there wasn't much there. Mom probably forgot to go shopping yesterday after work. I bet she'll remember after yoga and stop at Wholefoods on the way home, I thought. Since the selection was scarce I just downed a whole glass of OJ and headed out back to the yard. Our house was in a Cul de Sac, an upper middle-class suburb, forty-five minutes outside Dallas. While it wasn't a mansion or anything spectacular, we did have a rather nice yard, which I was responsible for. And.