The good news was that Jessie let us eat some plain oatmeal with actual food in it. The campground provided a breakfast buffet but it wasn’t for sla...ves and submissives.We received true left-overs; bacon gristle and bits of stale biscuits crumbled into a stainless steel bowl, with some water. Jessie liked to make my sister and I share a bowl. He loved to watch us bump heads and compete to lap up the edible bits first.This morning he put down three small bowls and let us eat off the ground. She just wanted to see Bob face to face at last. At this point Jill didn't even care if Bob really looked like his picture or not. But she just had a craving to be able to reach out and touch Bob in the flesh. Jill, then started to wonder to herself.She thought. "What is Bob's voice like? What kind of a walk does he have? What kind of a dresser is he?"Now Jill was feeling a bit aphrensive.She tought. "What am I doing? I'm about to have breakfast with someone that I never met. Never touched. And. That took the air out of him. As Matt got up he snatched the small stainless pistol from the holster the man had tucked under his belt at the back. The man groaned and rolled onto his side, losing his breakfast.The woman, fire in her eyes and holding one hand to her face, began kicking the man with her pointed-toed shoes and screaming at him in Spanish. Matt had to suppress a smile but eventually he simply got behind the screaming woman and lifted her off her feet. Even then she struggled and. Now I would call it a premonition, but at the time I simply felt jittery and my stomach hurt. I believed that people shouldn’t judge each other by how they dress or how rich they are. Lanny came from a rich enough family. His dad was a pilot or something. And I didn’t mind those trench coats that much. It was something else that gave me the heebie-jeebies. ‘Hitler’s birthday is coming up. We need to do something special for that.’ The tall boy beside Lanny spoke. I thought his name was Bill,.