Gateswere everywhere and bars were over the windows. It wasvery much like a prison. Ray was going to find outsoon that it actually was a some sort of ... prison.Once he got into the compound, he was strapped to ametal chair in front of a TV. J arrived in the small,dark room and told Ray he wanted him to watchsomething. The TV came on and the VCR started playing.Ray watched the horrifying images on the screen. Hesaw accounts of various burn victims who were burnt bycriminals such as Ray, or they. John was sceptical but found out that Stacey had cleared it with his boss, who would not to mention anything to Julie.Whilst being loaded, he tidied up his truck cab. It didn’t take long as it was always spotless, and he took a shower as he was somewhat dirty and sweaty after a long, hard day.Once John’s trailer was loaded, he went to the office to collect the paperwork and see if Stacey was ready. It was nearly five o’clock in the afternoon and staff were leaving for home. The paperwork was. This window was quite tall and even on tip-toe and with my full stretch I could not reach up to the shelf that would support the swags. Looking around I noticed some library steps. I was thus able to take the measurement. To my fright as I descended the steps I trod on the hem of my skirt. Thus unbalanced I started to fall when two strong arms caught me and carried me away from the steps and then set me on my feet. My saviour smiled and asked if I was uninjured."No, Sir. Perhaps a little. Zelda was crestfallen.“Mom, this is Dr. Elizabeth Carson, she is a professor at the University.”“What? She is the one that attacked me. She should be in jail.”“No, no one should be in jail especially Dad. Anyone here from the city would be glad to report that the well respected newsman was in a bar brawl with bikers. How would you like having him home all the time?”“Oh, well. I will keep quiet.”Mom gave me that smile that mothers give their son when they think he is taking on something risky.