None of my agents are a match for you, much less those two women. Let the violence end here. Please.”Shelly watched as her brother fought with himse...f, and lose. “I’m sorry,” he dropped his chin to rest on his chest. “I… I shouldn’t have done that. It just pisses me off. I’ll go willingly. I’ll… I’m sorry.”“Madame President,” Lyden stepped forward. “Is this really necessary? We came here to stop those that meant you and the government harm. I admit his action was rash, but we’re here to help. I started to turn. He drove his body against mine. The timing and force of his assault drove my legs apart, his knees inside my thighs. His height and strength trapped me with only my toes touching the floor. He crossed my wrists in front of me. The long, powerful fingers of his left hand wrapped around my wrists and forced them downward."No! Goddamn you! No!" I screamed."Sshh. It's okay, Karen. It's all right for you to surrender to me," he whispered soothingly.I slammed my head back, hoping. You stay here, or go back up to the tor; if anyone sees you with me in this state they'll think you've attacked me, no matter what I say."She was at the car for a couple of minutes, there she removed the ragged remnants of the dress and walked back up the hill carrying the musket stark naked. A car passing on the road only a few hundred yards away slowed and I thought it was going to stop, but after crawling at a snails pace for a little while it carried on. She handed me the gun then. Having suffered loss, Karen was empathetic to people going through tough times. Her husband was killed in a car wreck a couple years before I moved into the neighborhood. Karen taught science at the middle school and kept busy, but she still seemed a bit lost without her husband. At 48, she was an attractive woman and while she dated some, there was still no steady man in her life. In a soft voice, Karen said, “Mike, I’m sorry to hear that. I know you liked Jenny a lot.” “Thanks, Karen. I sort.