I tried to reason withher."Hey, Sandra, this isn't part of the agreement. Not this kind of thing,it's all, well, rubber."She stayed calm. "They sell r...bber aprons, my darling." I heard hermurmur, "Amongst other things."What other things?She led him inside, and an old-fashioned bell rang. A woman walked intothe store from an inner room and smiled. "Sandra, you brought yourkitchen maid with you, that's good. Everything's ready, just as weagreed."I gave her a hard stare. Kitchen maid indeed! "I'm. "I CAN'T BACK UP, SARGE. THAT RPG TOOK OUT THE LAST VEHICLE IN LINE! WE'RE STUCK HERE!" OK, EVERYBODY BAIL OUT! WE'LL BE THE NEXT RPG TARGET! RUN FOR THAT HOUSE ON THE LEFT! WE'LL TAKE COVER THERE!"Cpl. Sam Jackson had the same idea; here come his men. OK, that means that there are 11 of us. I hope that house is empty, I don't want to shoot civilians by mistake. "GET THAT GOD DAMNED DOOR OPEN! WE HAVE TO GET OFF THE STREET!" The door was locked, but, fortunately we have our special shotgun. Rachel was still clothed and seated on the couch. The two men grabbed Sandra and stood her up. The moved her to her desk and shoved all of the papers and notes off the top of it."Guess that takes care of all your paper work", said Raymond. "Get on the desk." Sandra climbed on the desk. "On you back", ordered Hector.Sandra lay down with the back against the cold desk top. The men grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down the desk until her head hung off the end. Then Hector reached down and. I bit my lip. “Don’t you think you’ve had...”He index finger shot up in front of my face. “Show respect. I’m your mother ... don’t you ever ... forget about that.”“I just worry about you.”“I love you too, baby.” She took another drink then blew all the air out of her lungs. “Bill asked me to move in with him.”I fell back against the wall. “You mean you guys are ... you’re not even divorced from Dad yet.”“On paper, but that marriage was over a long time ago.”I tried to think of the last time I.