I wished I had my carbine handy, but it was packed away. I cursed myself silently for not having it ready for use. Sure enough, I soon saw a group of ...five horsemen riding at a walk towards my camp.They noticed my tent, almost as soon as I saw the first rider rounding the hill to the south. They pulled up about thirty feet away."Hello the camp!" yelled one of the riders, hands cupped around his mouth.No one had a rifle at the ready, so I stood up slowly, with my rifle cradled in my arms. It was. But not Dad. He and his new wife, Iris, had been out drinking late last night. He had pretended to be asleep when they got home, not that they would have cared. He was sure they'd forgotten he was there.And he might as well have not been. This was supposed to be his weekend visitation with his father, but the only person who benefitted from that was Jason's mother. With him out of the house, she could go out or have her lover come over. He was a burden for either parent, it seemed. And it. But it was tough to shake off those icy fingers in my hair and to not think of what I’d learned last night, those stories. Those teachers thrown off the roof of the building. Those people, their cases, the people they killed, and how scores here were knelt and shot in the back of the head. I wondered what thoughts must have gone through their minds as they were taking that final walk.I was having trouble really focusing on anything, though, my mind scattered.When I was brushing my teeth, I. The next day found more windows and exterior doors going in. There were a lot of them, and it took until late Friday afternoon to complete the designated tasks.About seven o'clock the men were led to the pool showers, this time by a very naked Stephanie. The men tried to get her to join them in the shower, but she teased them by staying just out of reach as she displayed her charms to them as they cleaned up. The men had been told to bring comfortable clothing for after the 'entertainment, '.