One trotted over to us and the other opened a panel in the side of the truck and pulled out a large case. The first guy had the look of a serious iron...pumper. “Are you two OK?” I put my arm around Linda. “We’re fine. Can’t say the same for him.”The mugger’s shirt had large red stains front and back. I hoped the back windows had been rolled up on the Buick. There was nothing except 200 yards of empty sidewalk in the direction we were shooting. I doubted any of our bullets that made it through. “Good afternoon, Lord Terrance.” She hadn’t learned that lesson.“Glenda, didn’t we discuss the use of titles last night?” The look on her face sent a shot of pain through me. The girl was terrified of displeasing me. Before she could work herself into a stroke, I softened the blow by continuing. “I know you are trying on this slave thing, but I want you to be completely free to come and go as you wish.“You are no one’s slave. You are a beautiful, grown woman who is free to be with me, or leave. Sandy didn't realize how totally into the moment she had been. It was as if Sandy had been transported into another place and time. When the video showed the professor going down on her to suck out the juices between her legs, Jacques tenderly took Sandy's head and lowered it to his lap. Wendy was watching them intently and said, "Suck him one more time. He needs something to get him through the weekend." Sandy couldn't understand her emotions but she felt obligated and not strong enough to. By staying in the same area, it would reduce accidental exposure going through different checkpoints.The rest of Tuesday was spent ordering and verifying dozens of 100-foot man-lifts, with platforms, that would be on site Thursday. The DHS and FBI needed time to camouflage the sides to conceal there were sharp shooters and possibly scanners disguised as TV cameras in them.Then there was the problem of getting SWAT teams organized and in place for Friday. To add complications, I could not.