"Your right, I'd much rather know why, instead of knocking, you broke into my shop and tried to tackle me." Jesse didn't miss a beat, "you had a hamme..., Grace, I've been hit by you before. I did not want to get hit by you with a hammer. You look great by the way! I heard about you teaching the pilates classes, and the yoga, but you look amazing." Grace stared at him dumbfounded. Then she remembered she couldn't breathe. Rather than asking him to move she wriggled herself free enough to toss him. I hope you never hear it but, her cry turned into a desperate squeak of a squeal."I couldn't answer her when she cried in that high pitch, 'Mommie? Why did they do that to my Princess ... Why?' Mickey said as she sobbed and sobbed."I can't describe the emotion I felt at that second. Frustration and anger swirled together perhaps. I blamed myself and Lindie for our fourteen year-old love and then I didn't. Confusion set into my head.Quickly I realized, there was nothing I could do to change the. Sometimes they might be fun, but not if the agent noticed something wrong. Some of those guys were good at their jobs and very serious about security.The way the magnetometer cloaking device worked was not explained. It obviously caused my body to put off some kind of signal that interfered with the magnetometer's detection equipment. I just knew that it reduced the magnetic signature of my body to that of a metal zipper on a pair of jeans. In other words it was absolutely minor. There were. .. not her brother. And Bev’s hand ... right there in his lap! Mary had told her, the next morning, that nothing was happening that Bev didn’t want to happen ... that Bev was exploring, experimenting with Bobby, instead of boys from school, because she could trust him and he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want him to do. “You don’t need to be worried about Bobby. He would never hurt any of us or allow us to get hurt. He loves us. That’s all you need to know,” Mary had finished.She’d thought.