CHAPTER ONE: CAPTURED ?You there! Halt!? Alana took one look over her shoulder and ran. Her thin cotton dress, wet with dew, clung to ...er body as she ran, hampering her movements, catching at her thighs. She had been trekking through this forest all day and all night and she was exhausted, but she forced new strength into her limbs, knowing what would happen if she was captured. Behind her, she could hear the soldiers yelling and cursing her as they ran through the trees. Mrs. Wilson came to the door. I was already sweating from pushing my mower from my house to hers with the gas trimmer resting on top and a bag slung over my shoulder with a few shearing tools. She opened the door. There she stood, dressed in a two piece bikini and nothing else. At forty Mrs. Wilson had no kids and it showed. She had the body of a bomb shell. Her hour glass shaped and toned thighs and abs, though not wash board abs, were easily the envy of younger women and the rack she had on. All right. Hang on a minute." I heard the shower door open, then close. "It's safe now, Old Man."I opened the door and was inundated by a torrent of steam. I made my way into the room and found the counter more by feel than by sight."Here you go, Sweetheart. I found some things that might fit. Call me if you need anything." Hurry up, Old Timer. You're letting all the warm air out and I'm freezing my tail off in here." Oh, Sorry." I rushed out the door, pulling it closed behind me.I heard her. She sent him off to get fitted for a traditional black tux. As for herself, one of the local bridal boutiques always provided her dress at no charge to get the publicity and as their partial contribution to the charity event. She always chose a basic, modest black gown. For most women, the dress made the woman look better than normal, but in Cassandra's case, she always made any dress look good, so she kept it modest to avoid the extra attention and to look as elegant as possible.The event was.