Though I do indulge in some fiction writing from time to time." She whispered in a low tone, making me shiver in my boots. So what if I didn't have bo...ots, she still made me shiver. "Okay then, I'll call you." "Great. Talk to you soon. Bye." She said and left. I sighed in both relief and sadness. That afternoon was sure looking up. After Jeanie left, I took the diary out of my pants, note the irony, and laid it somewhere safe. I spent the rest of the day unpacking as much as I could and when it. By late evening Susan and I were watching trashy TV on the set in the spare bedroom. We'd gone upstairs to the back of the house so that Earl wouldn't be able to see anything we were doing if he cruised by again; not that there was going to be anything wrong (Sad!) but Susan felt unwilling to submit more of her life to his judgement. The set in my room is altogether better, a largish plasma for someone who spends too many solitary hours in bed, but I had been pretty ill and my bed wasn't fit to. We never did tell anybody that we were knocking down balloons by bombing them, and the higher echelons never caught on, so they let us alone.However, the Germans finally did recognize what we were doing, and rearranged their antiaircraft fire to aim more at me. Actually, what they did was to keep the antiaircraft guns they already had in place and add some more cannons to shoot at me. As far as we could figure out, the Germans still thought that I was shooting bullets at the balloons and not. He just lowered his eyes in submission.I tried to run away from them but, they caught me and dragged to underthe bleachers. They had been planning this for a while because they hada small table set up. I saw the table and the ropes they had. Iscreamed, "Please no don't do this." To which they just bent me over thetable and tied my arms and legs to the table's legs.Again, I screamed, "Please no don't do this." With that, they shoved arag into my mouth so I couldn't scream but, I was.