The delegates of the Spokane-based coalition. What do they call it these days? The Christian Alliance? Something like that, I believe. Latest of many ...names. They’re in for a rude awakening, aren’t they? Well, in addition to the one that they already had from our army crushing them at every turn. What are your thoughts on that? And on them?” I pointed to the figures descending to the tarmac as we greeted them.“Rev. Knowledge Adamson, Dr. Eugene Richards, Colonel David Boyce, Morris Johansson,. " She posed rather seductively and felt his eyes rove all over her figure. She knew she looked good. The bright yellow sundress caressed her figure lovingly as it hinted at the lack of foundation garments beneath. His eyes locked momentarily on the matching yellow linen gloves she swore. They were a perfect match for the gloves that were part of his silly Gilbert and Sullivan HMS Pinafore uniform. "Glad you noticed." She said softly as she gently touched the tip of her tongue with one linen. “What are you doing here?” he asked.“I knew something was wrong,” she said. She yawned, and became more alert. “What is wrong?”“You shouldn’t have come,” he said.“Why not?” she asked. “Answer me, Bobby. What’s wrong?!”“He might not understand,” said Bobby, feeling like he might have ruined something for her.“Who might not understand?” asked Constance. “What are you talking about, Bobby?”“Jeff ... Professor Hamilton.”“What?” Connie looked confused. “Would you please tell me what’s going on,. I stayed in the background, only entering the church after everyone else. As a total atheist I deplore the whole idea of religion but funeral services are the worst. Stephanie was gone, not to somewhere greater, just gone; not because it was a god's wish but because I was jealous and petty. In many respects I should not have attended but knew that had I not my mother would have been very disappointed. I also needed some sort of closure and hoped that this could help provide it. Another attack.