I don’t know how to explain it Nick and I don’t want to talk about it either. Can we drop it?’ Julie was feeling exasperated. ‘Jules, if we d...on’t talk about it how can we deal with it? This is important. There is a wall there and you keep me out. Do you know how much I want you to let me in? I feel shut out of your heart.’ Nick wasn’t trying to fight, he just wanted to understand her and for her to understand how much he wanted to be in her life. ‘Nick, I can’t help your feelings, I let you. That one did make my brow furrow, at the thought of my sweet angel having to endure such a procedure at her age, however assuming this was all normal practice, I explained to Jacqui that again, it was all so we could receive the benefits of a very generous health package, and as Jacqui herself admitted, the examination of our young budding woman was performed by a woman, and a well trained one at that judging by her own experience.Despite the rush to get the tests performed, it was almost two. The night had gone well, we saw some drippy romantic movie that made me want to puke with its gross misrepresentation of what a woman wants in the end. However, that is another story to be told later on in life. On to the end of the date: we went for ‘coffee,’ but we somehow decided that a crowded coffee house was not the place to truly discuss what we felt. Apparently, his apartment was to be the ideal place (that wasn’t my idea, dear readers, it was his entirely). We arrived at his small. Andrea found costumes from an amateur theater group and some friends that were re-enactors. Bert collected the camping gear, Ernie got the food, and Sue brought two pistols. During the week I scouted around for a likely place to break in to Victory Station.Breaking in was no easy matter. Victory Station is surrounded by a double chain row of chain link fences, both topped with razor wire, fifteen feet a part. Vehicle patrols rode around the perimeter and inspected sites at random intervals. All.