They wouldn't remember anything but the monotony of the road and the kids fighting in the back seat.Sid wasn't overly large, not especially menacing. ...hort black hair, weak chin, watery brown eyes and a thin mouth. Being average, being forgettable had helped him out more than a few times. He'd been caught driving a stolen car, with an unregistered piece under the seat, just outside in Buffalo. Five years got reduced by good behavior and overcrowding to 17 months. He'd violated parole 3 days. When it was quiet again, they left gradually, drawn back to the lights far down the street. She wrote that down as well.While she waited for dawn, she worked on a sort of diary Eckert had ordered her to keep. In it she wrote down all the details she could remember about what she'd seen the zombies do. How they acted when they weren't actively chasing someone, what they reacted to, everything. She'd already written down all the details she could on the gang, not what Josito had done to her, but. To say something, anything, to wipe the smile off his face. Once again, words failed me. It was probably best, he was so smug that his self satisfied smile wouldn't budge, but it would have made me feel better. Again, we stared at each other for a couple of minutes, silent except for my gasps, my mouth opening with each attempt to speak. He raised a hand and stroked my cheek. My face turned to him, my body tried to move closer, craving his touch. I needed more. I needed to feel his hands. It is a five part clothing wager. Each quarter of the game stands alone, with the final score being the fifth part. Each woman is only wearing four garments.The loser has to pay two penalties, one on Sunday afternoon and evening, and one at lunch on Monday.I prefer that my stories not be archived on the Internet, but anyone who wants it is free to make a personal copy.Roxanne L. Green September 7, 2002; Revised December 15, 2004Part 1: Visitors and HistoryOur friends Gary and Laurie are.