<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>In her boat</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>At the wheel.</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily’s head was hurting more and more.  Where was Susan?  Susan seemed to be instantly infatuated with this big aggressive girl who thought it was alright to despise Girl Scouts.  And now seemed to be threatening her…</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">And still hadn’t introduced herself.  And now was talking to her from behind.  Really some time learning manners in the Girl Scouts would seriously have been good for her!</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Come and stand where I can see you, or sit,” she said, pointing to the bench alongside her seat. “No I don’t get what you meant.  And don’t bother threatening me.  We just nearly shot each other and didn’t, so talking about getting me killed by someone else doesn’t make sense does it?  I can just as easily mention you to my people and you’ll be the one in deep shit.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“So give up this gangster thing, I don’t know why you think it’s impressive, introduce yourself and tell me what it is you want.”</span><br/><br/>