”“Good thinking. I’ve got online help, but we need feet on the street. We can use all the help we can get.” I heard Andi’s phone start buzzi...g with incoming messages as one by one our friends told her they were on the way. “No word from Cali yet?”“No answer on her phone and no response to the text messages,” Andi said. Tears were running down her cheeks. She shook her head and turned the car onto Columbia and then raced up First to Pike and looped around on Second. My gamers started reporting. But she's a beautiful young woman, still in her early twenties. I almost didn't ask for fear of what the answer might be. But I couldn't help being curious."How did she earn that tattoo?"He looked me in the eye, raised his eyebrows meaningfully and said, "She asked someone for help." And it turned out to be someone in the club?" No. It was someone she has known for a very long time and trusted. She thought of him as a friend. But we were able to convince the guy that it would be in his best. Bill walked around the Nisan to check the man that he had shot in the neck. He was still alive and trying to crawl away with his pants around his knees and holding his hand against his neck. He was bleeding badly but Bill hadn't hit the jugular. He walked toward the thug intending to shoot him but Bill heard a guttural growl of rage from behind him and coming fast. He quickly stepped to the side and whirled thinking he hadn't accounted for one of the bad guys.The image was burned into his. Her shin brushed mine, which obviously was an accident, but she didn't move it. For me, it was a tad awkward, but I decided not to move my leg either. It was HER leg to blame for our shins touching, I rationalized to myself."I've probably had a bit too much to drink." she said quietly, leaning over to somewhat clumsily whisper in my ear, at times her nose and lips touching my ears and earlobes. "But I really hate flying. It'll all be over in an hour, right?" and she looked at me with her big.