"Great to see you too. Blow Sandhurst! If you ever call me Sir again I'll biff you."Rupert smiled delightedly. "Thanks, Mark," he said. " I knew you w...uldn't stand on ceremony but I had to be a good Officer Cadet." I'll bet you are," said Mark. "How's it going?" Marvellous. I Passed off the Square so am out of prison and we're now into Military Law, Military History and Leadership instead of Drill, Weapon Training, Drill, PT, Drill." Good for you," laughed Mark. "I know the relief only too. Of course, if the truth were known I don’t have the time to think about and write alternative stories to the ones that I have only barely managed to push out, yet I persist in stretching my limited time resource to accommodate what could well become a passion. So, I ask myself, why do I do this? Why do I add this stress to my already crippling schedule? Why do I subject myself to the terror and potential embarrassment of rejection by the readers? Quite simply, I think I do it for four reasons:. Now, I don't want to sound violent but let's either be friends or enemies. If it's enemies, I can kill you both and we'll take refuge in the Walmart before your folks out there can do anything. Alternatively, we can be friends and honest in getting to know one another in peace."Mac made a sign to the others and sat down. He said, "We are all from Richmond but are running from trouble. A gang came down from the Pennsylvania area and took over. They kill any who oppose them. If you don't and they. The first thing I told Angela was that I was going to be fine. The relief was clearly visible on her face. I then explained exactly what the specialist had said, including how long it might take for the wound to properly heal. I thought I saw the corners of her mouth droop slightly when I mentioned it may take sixteen weeks. She had been without sex for nearly six months, as well."But everything will be fine after that?" Angela asked."So Moonface told me," I replied. She uttered a quick bark of.