" You mean you actually want me to... I won't!" he cried. Horrifyingly,he felt tears prick at his eyes, "I won't do it, Mom! Please don't makeme!" Jes...se," Mme. La Farge went on calmly, "Perhaps you would care to sitoutside in the office for a few minutes. Your mother and I have somethings to discuss." I'm not staying!" he quavered, "I'll... I'll run away if I have to!" Jesse..." his mother began, but Mme. La Farge broke in smoothly."Jesse," she said, "I understand perfectly how you feel, but. Com/watch?v=xQapRbVqLVE Closing my eyes I remembered a time in Vietnam when I regained consciousness on a battlefield after the guns had gone silent. The sounds of birds, monkeys, and insects, which disappear when the shooting starts, merged with the scents of vegetation, both alive and dead. There was also the heat, always the heat, and my thirst. I did not want to call out, because I did not know who had won the encounter, and who, as a result, owned the field. I was afraid. I half expected to find the owner sleeping there with a gun in hand, but the place was empty for pillaging, and topping off the dragon's horde money pit! I guessed that the owner had lived further across town and hadn't made it on foot her to secure his shop. We had trouble with a trio of large safes that were probably loaded with the expensive stuff, so we just rolled them intact into the truck, so Ray could drill them out later. We did find what we were after, mint sacks of junk silver. TJ and Morg reported on events on "Tulip" (somewhat adjusted for the audience but no one hearing it was fooled) and TJ regaled them with the story of the Bastille Day reception. Naturally, the women focussed on the most important part — 'what exactly did the "Tulip" officers wear?' TJ mischievously began to describe his mess dress until Berryl fixed him with a glare which should have shrivelled his innards. Morg saved his friend by throwing holos of Clare and of Shirley above the table. Being a.