Come on mom, we made plans way before this to do a sleepover, she only lives down the street, you have her parent's number, please mom, I promise I'll...have dinner with you guys next weekend ... okay?" Mary pleaded as she felt her alternate plan was being flushed down the toilet.Mary was completely relieved when her mother shrugged her shoulders and said as she turned to step away, "Not a problem ... we're just going to watch TV afterwards and have a quiet evening." Then her mother stepped. ‘She’s over there! Get ready to duck!’“What we had was one torrid night,” he replied, crouching, getting ready to dive out of her way. “You drugged me, you stole my map, you tried to have me arrested...”“Yes,” she admitted. “I did all that, but you’ll have to admit you liked what I did before that...” ‘He’s getting ready to move. He should land right ... about... ‘Zachary dived. As he did, he heard the quiet ‘Pfffft!’ of her dart gun. Then his leg was on fire. He cried out and grabbed his leg,. She was also the charge nurse on the ward I would call home for the foreseeable future.I had known Eve was a nurse. I had not known she worked for the Army. I’m not sure Valerie knew that either, at least not before I got hurt. All she knew was that, after we got married, her mother moved to San Antonio and was a nurse, there.“How do you feel?” asked Eve, looking at machines and poking and prodding me.“Like a Terrier ran over me,” I said. She looked confused, so I added, “The vehicle, not the. Taking the case with his clean clothes to the master bedroom, I put iton the dresser and opened it. There wasn't a lot, a couple pair ofbriefs, t-shirts, socks, athletic shorts, some polo shirts, a dressshirt, and two pairs of pants, all casual stuff. I put his underwear andathletic gear in drawers, and hung up the rest. I took the small kit bagto the master bath and laid out his stuff, in the space where mine hadbeen, next to the second sink.Going into the garage was another jolt. I knew his.