.. wasn't fair." Poor excuse for vengeance, but he was seeing where the fat turd was leading him to."Johnny," he corrected, "Was his name, not Tommy. ...Ahem, we should honour his sacrifice. Since, after all, he won't be getting his part of the money. Being stuck here and all..." Geralt's eyes glittered at that. It could have passed for sentiment if he hadn't mentioned the money."I propose we relieve ourselves of the stress her naughtiness caused. We're but simple men after all, and we carry a lot. He HAD been practicing, and his technique was much better than the last time I faced him, but then, so was mine. I weathered his attack, Jun and I both studying his moves as I tested his defenses.Jun spotted it about the same time I did. 'See how his left drops when he's punching with the right? The next move will be the roundhouse kick, see?'I nodded mentally, and baited Hollingsworth into attacking again, using my defense to guide his attack. Sure enough, the left hand dropped and he started. "Who?" I asked. "I don't think I've met too many of your friends." Not a friend," Heather said emphatically. "Definitely not a friend. Not anymore." Then, who?" Michelle," Heather said, covering her face with her hands. She looked at me through her fingers, waiting for my reaction, but I had trouble placing the name. The only Michelle I knew was... "The waitress from the bar?" I said finally, shocked when Heather nodded. "You and... but I thought you hated her!" I do now," Heather said quickly.. I watched her from my room when she bent down to pick up the wet clothes from the bucket, wring the water off them and raised her arms to hang them over the clothesline. She usually tucked in her saree at the waist when she did this and when she raised her hands her waist was exposed and I could see the folds at her waist and parts of her breasts through her aanchal. She had a nice rounded figure and a big bum. Whenever she bent to pick the clothes and stood up again, her saree got stuck in the.