. a soft voice whispered in my ear ... expressions of love ... assurances that I was going to be okay ... but there was nothing else ... just constant... dull pain and brief moments of respite from angelic whispered voices.When I awoke in my hospital bed, there was a feeding tube in my nose, IV tubes in my arms, and my hands were cuffed to the rails of the bed. "At least I won't break my nose this time", I thought to myself. I remembered the dead biker's lifeless eyes and wondered how much trouble. This is stupid! We are hiding from ghosts. We have already killed our enemies."A short burst of a garbled response came from the radio. The sentry replied in disgust, "Very well, I'll make another round and report in about twenty minuets."The fact that the man had no intention of making another round of the building sealed his fate. He pulled a cigar from his pocket, lit it and set in one of the lawn chairs next to the back door. He pushed the chair into a reclining position, put his feet up,. ”“Be a good girl.” The phrase caught her, she spent most of her life trying to be a good girl. Now again she was being asked to be a good girl. Damn, she was thirty-two, not a girl, but her instincts began to kick in, and being a good girl seemed like a safe place for her.Alice then responded and began to kiss him back with more passion. Kissing was a safe thing to do, she could do that. They stood together for a few minutes kissing, then Alice felt his tongue probing into her mouth. Slowly she. Jason watched as his Momgot in the car and drove off. As a precaution, he waited about tenminutes to make sure that his Mom would not come back, having forgottensomething.When ten minutes, which felt like a lifetime, went by, he headed up to hisparents room and went straight to his mom's dresser. He knew exactlywhich drawer to open, and quickly he took a bra and a pair of panties fromthe bottom of the pile. He would have liked to take a skirt and blouse,but he was too afraid to take these..