She reminded them that they had to light the fuse before they threw the grenade. The fuse was not completely reliable, so she could not promise anythi...ng beyond a nominal 10 seconds burn time. Therefore, they had to get rid of that damned grenade as soon as the fuse was lit—no trying to time the burn rate for a more useful explosion. It was a case of "just light the fuse and throw the grenade, preferably, as far as you can."They loaded up and set out on another try to travel west. The first two. He stared at me."Jenny!" he whispered.As I said, my sister and I are a similar size. He could see I had a skirt on, and maybe the curve of my padded chest. He thought I was my sister!But it was better than him knowing the truth! So I nodded.He must have seen my head go up and down. Because suddenly he came forward and grabbed me roughly. His head came down on me, and his lips were on mine. He must have tasted and smelled my fresh lipstick. "Jenny!" he murmured as he tore his mouth away. Behind. Seeing that there was a young man sitting on the bench that she had always favorited for these musings, Gail almost turned back towards the car. But something kept her going, just as it had during those dark and confusing days, months and years since that day. It was as if her body continued to do what was expected of her, even when her mind screamed out at the fallacy of it all. Standing at the edge of her bench, as she had come to think of it, she looked over the slumped figure with dark hair. I told Chad and others my 'Aunt' was picking me up to take me home for my birthday. The few days before she arrived I wondered what she would get me as a present, I was almost certain it would be jewelery, as she herself loved and had quite a collection of earrings, necklaces and bracelets. Then again I thought perhaps a sweater or scarf, but then thought no that's the kind of thing only mothers and relatives would buy. I admit to getting excited as the weekend drew closer and even went out.