" John thought a moment then ran up the stairs to the master bath.Janice Monroe felt her life was over. As she laid in the small pile of pornographic ...photos of herself and shivered, she whimpered and mewed as nightmares assaulted her."You're a failure Janice! You're a failure as a wife... as a mother... and as a WOMAN!" No... no it's not true... I... I... tried to be good! I tried... I really tried... " Janice stood alone in her nightmare as voices called out from the darkness and told her how. With every war, every skirmish, there was always a flood of rifles and ammo to both sides.The Taliban was using rifles against the Russians that were left over from the WW1 and WW2 and later; American, British, Spanish, German and Russian bolt action, semiautomatic and machine guns. There were warehouses all over Europe and the world that were filled with crates of weapons and pallets of ammunition in case a new world war appeared overnight.The Chinese and the Russians were the worst for. I turned to Bea.“What is that about?”“Based on what I’ve heard noised about among the mothers, I’d say the students are on the verge of an outright rebellion. Maria Davis told me that the regulations had been so tightly enforced at the dance after the game Friday night that the students had all left and gone to the drive-in.”“That’s ridiculous. None of them should have been doing anything against the new policy in the first place. Certainly not Cassandra.”“Of course not, dear. But she will. I had hoped for this, but I found my hopes disappointed in a curious way: there was no one around to take what I had, or to give what I needed; the town seemed to be empty, devoid of all its occupants.I wandered through empty narrow streets, at first thinking that some disaster had struck, that the inhabitants had died of a strange disease or fled a mysterious danger, but I saw no signs of any disturbances, all seemed to be normal, doors and ground floor windows were locked, some windows at.