Down in the damp basement, Rose liked to torment the female prisoners more than the silly males who were no fun with their stoic blank looks. The wome... were much more fun when she was able to get them to sob or cry asking for mercy. Of course, she was the wrong person to be handing out mercy in their dire circumstances. Often, she would promise some sort of respite and then talk one of the guards into giving the silly bitch a nice whipping for being "uppity". It was strange that the older women. "Scott, is that you?" Mr. Piotrowski demanded. "I've got some very worried parents here." Tell them we're okay. We camped on a bluff top last night." Thank, God," he heard as Mr. Piotrowski passed the word on.Scott covered the phone and told the guys their parents were at Mr. Piotrowski's."We're going to be stuck here for a while until the water recedes," he informed Mr. Piotrowski."Where are you exactly?" You've got the topo map handy?" Scott asked."Right in front of me." Okay, we're about two. She: No, I don’t do friendship with strangers.Me: Don’t say that.Then we discussed the office, some gossips, about teams. Then she started to leave. Then I asked her when should we meet. She replied when the time comes. The next few days, I used to wait every day for lunch but she didn’t come up. Finally, I saw her on campus and I went to her.She: Hi.Me: Where you have been? I have been waiting for you for 8 days.She: I was not in the city.Me: Fine.She: So you waited for 8 days?Me: Yes.She: Oh,. He wondered if the car in front of the house had really been Sandy's? What if it was? If he suddenly appeared out of the darkness among the excited cops, he would be putting her in danger. He decided he couldn't risk that.In the flickering light provided by the fiery wreck below, he saw a route that he thought he might be able to successfully descend, and slipped over the edge.Sandy and Sammy were trembling, holding each other, peering over the edge of the car's dashboard. They had heard.