"She held on tighter. A couple of minutes later the sobbing was replaced with her gentle breathing as she slept in my arms.It seemed to take hours to ...all asleep. The whole time, Jill kept her face and her hand pressed against my chest. Even in her sleep, the arm that was wrapped around me pulled tight, as if to keep me from leaving her. She was in the same position, holding on just as tightly when I woke up at 6AM. I reached down and stroked her hair. She sighed in her sleep. I crooked my neck. I grunted in pain with each turn, when it reached the bottom he ripped it out making me scream in agony. He threw it to the side, walked back over to the table and picked up a knife. Turned and walked back to me again and asked, “What is your mission?” “Master sergeant O’Neil”. “Wrong answer” with that he stabbed me in the hand, then taking it out. After he dispensed of the knife, he walked back over with a stun baton, he kneeled down and looked me in the eye and said in a thick. "You and me gonna go spend some time in the shed," he spat in my face. But, I wasn't a little boy anymore. I twisted his hand away and stood my ground, but my feet struggled not to run."Daddy, in case you haven't noticed, I'm quite a bit bigger than you now and I ain't going to the woodshed ever again." I put my palm on his chest and gave him a decent shove back a foot or two. "Boy, I don't know who you think you're talkin' to!" he growled, yanking me again, jerking me within an inch from his. "That's an interesting joint," I said."Yeah there are all kinds of manufacturers these days. They have to do things a little different since the big guys can sell cigarettes so cheap. Some of them mix their weed with something else to blend it, some just make a different shaped one. Some even use a different strain of marijuana," he said."So what are you some kind of pot expert?" I asked with a laugh."Kind of," he admitted. "I'm a grad student in biochemistry." I will be damned and I'm smoking.