"Don't think you had to kill them," she said, looking straight ahead, chin wobbling."They'd a killed me, used you, probably killed you and then taken ...hat they wanted, burned the rest." What do you mean used, poked me," her voice dropped, "raped me?"I nodded, tamping down the load and putting the small ramrod back in its place under the barrel. "You know how to use one of these?" I asked her.She shook her head, and I stopped the wagon. I handed her the heavy pistol. "Use both hands," I told. She had been a cheerleader and a good student in school but being an only c***d of older, doting parents she lacked the life skills necessary to give her confidence and independence but she had held onto her virginity until her eighteenth birthday. Jimmy had been her first lover and she got knocked up in the seat of his pickup truck the second time she had sex. We often attended the high school basketball games to see Jimmy play, or rather sit on the bench, and watch Debbie cheer. She was very. Darn, he said, I got a fulltruck to unload and my guys are ready to go in about 10 minutes.At that moment a small van pulled up and a couple of people got out. The driver turned on his heels andmarched toward them. I saw him waving his arms while the people from the van looked rather helpless atthe empty house.I went in to my kitchen to get some ide coffee and when I came back out there was a flurrty of activitygoing on. People were getting the moving boxes off the truck and the side door to. On my way home after work one night, things got a little more interesting.I had my heavy coat on over my white blouse and skirt, but it was really warm in the back seat of the bus on the ride home, so I took it off and sat on it. At the next stop, a guy that looked like he was probably homeless got on the bus and took a seat in the very back on the opposite side from me. He smelled of booze and seemed pretty out of it as he slumped into the corner.Another rider had been staring at me for a.