After a week in confinement it would be important for her to be loose if she was to have a hope of getting away. Still stretching, Jen looked over th... party-like setting. Tents and tables had been set up for a crowd of some fifty-odd people, who seemed to be behaving as if they were at a grand picnic in the country. Most of them were men, although Jen did see maybe a half-dozen women in the group. The 'hunters' mingled in a small pavilion set near the roped-off start line, tuning their. "You okay?"After ten seconds of silence, I yelled a third time, as loud as I could. Still no reply. I swiveled my head and squinted my eyes through the frosted glass. There was no silhouette in the shower. I was just about to call upstairs, when I saw a silhouette lying face-down on the floor. It was definitely her. I yelled her name, but she didn't stir. I didn't know whether to enter - she'd be pretty mad if I walked in on her - but decided I had to. I slowly opened the door, and walked. ~Adlai Stevenson, campaign speech, 1952~A politician is a fellow who will lay down your life for his country.~ Tex Guinan~I have come to the conclusion that politics is too serious a matter to be left to the politicians.~Charles de Gaulle~Instead of giving a politician the keys to the city, it might be better to change the locks.~Doug Larson~There ought to be one day -- just one -- when there is open season on senators.~Will Rogers~These are compliments of JerryProblems with the new open carry. Both men get up and walk out the door and you can just see them walking round your car, one of them opens the hood and you start to relax a little, ‘I’m sorry for the trouble’. All you get back in a reply is silence. Sitting quietly for a while you suddenly remember Sophie’s phone number is in your luggage, ‘maybe she could come and collect me’ you think to yourself. Getting up you head to the car and stop shocked, it’s gone! Looking round you see one of the barn doors ajar and go over to see.