Mom Janice came on over the radio. "Charlie, we're going to inspect the near terminal. Do you copy?" Yes, Mom. Go ahead." The Humvee stopped and I saw...her and Dad get out and run into a terminal. Her voice came through with a muffled sound from the building. "All quiet here. It's deserted. No one has been in this building for many years. We will check fuel next. Does Mallard report anything?" Mallard here. All is quiet. We are descending to one thousand feet to better view." Roger, Mallard.. Made to wear a special red prison uniform that labeled her a death row inmate, she was avoided by other inmates, considered “unlucky.”During the day she was only allowed two short breaks. One for lunch, which consisted of just a bowl of rice and small chunk of pork fat, and the other for dinner- another bowl of rice and a small piece of cabbage.At dusk she’d be marched to group exercise in the yard, and then returned to her cell, where she’d be made to sit in silence for two hours with her 12. I was led to a seat and handcuffed in place. I looked at Mr. Lauder."Simply a precaution, for your own safety, Paul." Lauder said."I see. People fall out of chairs here a lot, do they?" I said, putting a little sneer into my voice."Now now. There is no reason to take that attitude. I would like to clear up a few misconceptions and some curiosities if you don't mind." I am sure you would. So would I. Which part of the constitution does not apply to me? Or the Bill Of Rights?" I asked. But she couldn't complain too much, as the work did give her credits, and she'd still be able to learn about the medicines directly when she logged them away...... Barely into her twenties, Stacy the Asian Intern is admired by many guys on campus. She's 5'4" with straight shoulder length dark hair, light brown eyes that sparkle when she smiles, palm-sized breasts that just recently blossomed into B-cups, a thin yet attractive body and slender legs that look sexy no matter what she wears. Stacy.