Is hard for me to say in English," he continued."I don't, I don't need you. I can take care of myself," she responded, again rather more petulantly th...n she meant.He looked abashed, like a schoolchild facing the Principal. "I sorry," he continued, "I get English words confused. I try to say things... but come out wrong way."Joanna softened. He always did that to her when he adopted that look. His whole self-effacement act struck her somewhere under her ribcage. "You do fine," she told him, "I. As I am vainly proud of my body and as it was a hot and humid day I turned up in just a loincloth, fluffy barbarian-like boots and a big silver sword. Many of our girl friends are very attractive and thanks to the scorching weather wore very little, many coming as Xena or her cute sidekick. I must have been half-stock under my loincloth most of the evening, earning me with looks of both lust and disgust alike. Booze flowed freely and the evening gave way to couples finding shady nooks and. The man and the older woman helped me up, I never found out his name as we weren't allowed to talk, and then assisted me to walk into the dining area where they gave us a thick liquid drink that tasted horrible but was supposed to give us the necessary vitamins and help our recovery but didn't ease our pain. Fortunately we also had a plastic mug of tea to wash it down. Other prisoners, more men than women, came in clothed in standard orange suits that covered them loosely, and got a meagre. They could see my seething anger while I waited for them to read the despicable words. It took considerable effort for me to calm down. "You can see why I am so angry. Sarah wasn't hurt, but two adults were murdered and I couldn't prevent it. I am looking for ideas on how to fight them. Can any of you suggest anything."Jess Arnold said, "Short of contacting the Apaches or the Comanches and offering a bounty for KKK scalps, I can't see what else you can do! I'm not being flippant, James. I.