.. will you Marcus – to give Mr Craine a call?" she asked hesitantly.He flicked a hand negligently – without even bothering to look up. "Of course... not."He heard the door open and then close, and only then did he sit back in his chair to glare across at that door.His scowl stayed in place for a full minute; and then suddenly it smoothed out again, to be replaced with a thoughtful smile.Bob Craine was an associate – and a good friend ... his scowl came and went again.It didn't alter the fact that. Nothing erotic or at least not to her or her parents, although those who were so inclined might have thought so.Her modeling had slowed down as she reached that age between girl and teen. Lucky her parents had been very smart and frugal, never spending too much and had hired a good investment firm. She still got a few modeling jobs here and there, but mostly they lived off of what her father made. There were times of course when they had to dip into the money she had made of course. After she. The A-strain of the Bug was almost universally fatal to elderly people. I remember the numbers. Before the plague at the end of February, our profile of 262,000 was 17% children, 49% working adults, and 34% retired. By the end of March, the 106,000 survivors had a profile of 41% children, 57% working adults, and 2% retired."He paused for a moment and then continued. "I'll give them credit. Almost all the retired survivors reentered the work force, all who were able. Mortality for people over. So aufrecht sitzend wie ich hier saß begann er einfach loszuspritzen. 1,2 Fontänen trafen nur meinen Oberkörper aber das wollte er nicht. Er trat spritzend auf mich zu und richtete sein Rohr auf mein Gesicht.„Hey was…“ mehr konnte ich nicht sagen weil er anfing Schub um Schub auf mein Gesicht zu spritzen. Ich hustete etwas. Ich konnte nicht glauben dass der Typ das einfach tat ohne zu fragen. Doch er rotzte einfach weiter vor sich hin.Was ich vorher geschluckt habe war offenbar wenig dagegen..