If everyone knew they were going to die they probably wanted to be where they felt most comfortable and safe."This kind of made sense to Laura and she... accepted it.Jamie remained cautious and drove slowly round the local area looking for any signs of life. Other than three dead bodies they saw nothing. At last he decided to drive to the local Wal-Mart store to see whether it was still stocked. The car park was deserted and he pulled the Rover close up to the front doors of the store.Jamie opened. Gretchen thought she was hiding a boyfriend on the side that she was siphoning cash to like she was some sort of piggybank that creating money simply by spreading her legs.A banged-up car slowed and pulled up next to them. The driver lowered the window and Gretchen saw he was dark-skinned and extremely young. She allowed Sandra to make the pitch because of her age and her darker skin tone."Are you looking for some fun, good-looking?"The young man swallowed hard and sort of stammered out,"All I. “How about we skip the ass kissing and get right to it. What we got here?”“Five or maybe six local ‘Native Americans’ have occupied a federal office built on traditional Lumbee tribal land. The offices were built to help the government coordinate assistance projects.”“They have hostages?” I asked.“Five employees and two clients,” Maurice replied.“How many of them are Indians?” I demanded.“Four of the seven are Native Americans,” he replied in a slightly belligerent tone.“So what is on their. We walked out and as we sat down she said that the guywas hot and I should go for it. Before I could answerthe guys came back and sat down. We ordered some fingerfood and more drinks. We all talked and laughed. It wasthen that I realized that he had put hid hand on my legand was rubbing it and while doing that he was movinghis hand up to my thigh. I was now feeling rather warm and relaxed. I glancedover to my wife and she was watching what was going onand just smiled at me. I felt his hand.