I kicked out at the trashcan causing it to clatter."Hey! Who are you?" said Eddie."Sam," I said, sitting up on the floor."It's a kid, Mike!" A kid?" M...ke said.Eddie pulled me up to my feet. "You're heavy. He's wearing a vest!" He's a cop!" said Mike.I said, "Stop or I'll shoot!"Neither bad guy pulled out a gun. That confirmed to me that they had no guns."You're no cop!" Mike said."That's what I'm trying to tell the police. RUN!"A couple of the hostages got up and darted for the door.Mike and. ” I scolded.She took a swing at me, which I caught with my left hand.“Oh, did you want to keep going?” I asked with a smirk.She kicked up her foot again and I caught it again.“You know, if we’re just gonna keep repeating this dance every time you don’t like an order, we’re gonna get nowhere. I kept you here because I wanted to discuss things in private.” I said.Her demeanor changed.“You did?” She asked.“Yeah, oh and the thing I’m gonna have you do, those orders without question, do you remember. Ahead, a few older couples and a younger one sat on beach towels, separated by wide stretches of beige sand. Some on their sides, some on their backs, some on their tummies. All nude.Martha and Ronnie found a spot, spread the towels, and slipped off their shoulder straps."Oh, it's so NICE out here today!" Ronnie squealed as she peeled her swimsuit downward. "Oh, Martha, it's heaven! We picked a perfect day!"I'm certain my eyes tripled in size as Ronnie's soft, jiggling, dark nippled breasts. Behind them was, in sleek letters, "Channel 5 Live Action News."As they came back from commercial, the man looked into the camera. "We now go to John Laudermilk, in front of the North San Antonio YMCA, with an unusual situation."The scene cut to the large, ruggedly handsome reporter, who was standing in front of the Y. "That's right, Kyle. Throughout the day both 911 and Channel Five have gotten calls from people say that the building had been taken over by a cult. They call themselves the.