It’s not that he wasn’t smart, it was because he was suspended so many times that he had to redo the grades over and over again. Despite the extre...me teasing I got from him, I found myself developing a giant crush on him. Of course, I was only 12 back then and I was way too shy to do anything about it. He helped me, in a way, to develop some confidence in my age and my brains. It was a new school year, or at least, around the time when the high school graduates kinda trickled in nervously to. I asked Kat if she wanted me to bring anything and she said some bubbly to celebrate with. I said ok and told her I would call her later before I left. Once again it was an boring week more motor pool than you could shake a stick at. CQ duty again what a boring job. well Friday rolled around and as luck would have it I was off thanks to having duty Thursday.After getting some needed sleep I went down to the PX ( post exchange) and got a couple mid ranged priced bottles of bubbly for the. Maybe not about rape ... but about other things that resulted in gunplay.“Now hold on here,” said the SheriffFrank watched Buford, who was standing in an aggressive posture now, his hand hovering close to his pistol grip.“I’ll take you there,” said Frank, never looking away from Buford’s hand. “I’ll show you the sign. You can come out to the ranch and talk to my sister. She knows who tried to rape her.”Buford panicked and went for his pistol.Those who were fortunate enough to be watching Buford. ” "Okay, thank you, Miss Abrams. You've been a big help," said Marty. "You're welcome," she said. She rose bowed slightly in Darla's direction, which bow was returned, and then she was gone. "Tomorrow, Marty. We go there tomorrow. And he's going to talk to us even if we have to tie him down," said Darla. "Okay, I'm right there with you. I'll be carrying your spear," he said. She nodded her appreciation. "Marty . . ." "Yes?" "I'm going to do my best, my very best, to fix things; but he.