He ended up saving a new friend from bullies, to have that friend help him get a computer disk to the police, while on the run from men in suits. With...that fiasco behind him, he had decided to take the day off, and rest at the beach, however, trouble even followed him there. The Cobra Strikes Gang controlled the beach, and a few of the gang members confronted him. After beating one the others realized who he was and ran off. Now Heavy Metal Thunder was leaving the beach. Chapter Seven. I could feel a twitch in my shorts “Hi,” she said in a low, sultry voice. “Good Morning.”“Good Morning, Nazia,” I answered, “Pardon me for coming out like this. I forgot that you were here.”“Hey, it’s fine with me. I’d rather see than a good-looking guy in shorts.” As she spoke her gaze traveled over my body, pausing just long enough on the growing bulge in the front of my shorts to tell me she found it very interesting.“Coffee?” she asked, getting to her feet. “Sure,” I said, sitting down.. They have given us words of inspiration, but their words alone are not enough to guide us through our lives. There are other words that you must hear and take to heart.“Let me tell you the Facts of Life...” Diana said noticing that the Principal was getting up from his seat. She had been afraid that he would do that when she deviated from the speech she had cleared with him.Irritated that she was deviating from the speech, the Principal wanted to escort Diana off the stage before she said. With each passing day without hint of him, without a message of some sort, without some kind of proof, they would eventually silently accept the fact that he might not have escaped the clutches of the tyrants.If he was being kept alive, reason would dictate that they'd somehow manage to know as they usually did and perhaps hope he would still be alive when the uprising began in earnest; which if all had been carefully arranged, was a matter of days.But men had been known to completely vanish.