"Don't be afraid," she said.He stood still while the woman knee-walked the short distance. This time she moved slowly, very slowly, and her hands were...soon unbuckling the boy's belt. Dumbfounded, he stared down at her and automatically covered his crotch with both hands when she yanked his pants down."Looking up at him, she said, "Don't be afraid. You'll like it, I promise."Then she placed her thumbs in the waistband of his white BVDs and gently tugged them down. His hands moved slightly away. The old M-16s and AK-47s that the rebels used had a very slow rate of fire and a pathetic muzzle velocity compared to the modern M-24s that the marines carried. This meant that the rounds would not actually penetrate the Kevlar armor that the marines wore. As such, the only way that the rebels could score a kill was to hit their targets directly in the face or neck, a task that was quite difficult from a range of nearly three hundred meters without combat computer assistance. The only real hope. I think I'll need to visit here every once in a while."As I opened the door to my truck, Eliza took my arm. "I forgot to tell you. I like to leave soap and shampoo once a month for the ghost. I've left dresses, pants, tops, and coats for her, and they are always gone. I think she makes clothes from hides, but I'm not sure. There's a Goodwill place in Stanton that you can get stuff to leave out. You know, I leave books for her too. The books are gone for a while, then reappear on the porch. I. “Well Mrs Lane, I didn’t request you to visit my home and as it’s my home I will dress how I like so you can either accept how I’m dressed and discuss whatever it is you’re here for or I can bid you farewell” I said in a very matter of fact voice, she lightened up a little, “Fair comment” she said again looking me up and down. I noticed a ring on her finger so guessed she was married but from the way she was looking at me I don’t think physical contact was high on her marital agenda, I mean she.