After about fifteen minutes I was about to drive off thinking she had stood me up. Then her car turned into the parking lot and my heart skipped a bea... or maybe two. She parked beside my car and she jumped out and ran to my car like a giddy teenager. Before I could get out of my car to open the door for her she jerked the passenger door open and slid onto the seat. She giggled and said she did not think tonight was ever going to get here. There was very little to do in this small own but there. Maybe it would get easier every time. ‘I love you, too.’ His mouth crushed against hers, hot and sweet with whiskey, while his arms locked around her and held her to him. Not that she was trying to get away. She could feel the heady dizziness of surrender, not to him as much as whatever it was that connected her to him. The fear was still there, she could feel that too, lurking in the shadowed corners of her mind, but it was a conscious decision not to pay attention to it. Not to let it guide. Stan once again led me to the office. I came out wearing a pair of chap-like things that buckled on over what had once been my Dockers."How come no one else wears these, Stan?" I asked."After you do this for awhile, you don't wear your jeans out so fast," responded Stan. They also can get hotter than hell on a warm day. The biggest reason is that they set you back six pallets, John. I hated to see you spend your money so fast, but it didn't look like you'd make it through the day. These will. The blonde could only grimace again as she guessed the General had pressed his point to her mother also. Pressed? Hell he must have made some damn heavy threats if she was this pissed.At the other end of the line an Auburn haired woman took a very deep breath. Why in the hell wasn’t she able to impress upon her daughter the seriousness of her situation? Those twenty three hostages had held a few VERY important people in their ranks; including a US senator. As it was now, the jury was still out.