Rizzo. He was actually retired now, over 70 years old, extremely overweight, with a beard.On the loveseat was Miss Collins and Miss Thompson. Miss Tho...mpson, 28, was a redhaired knockout, with green eyes, firm breasts and long, long slender legs(she stood at just under 6 feet). Miss Thompson had slipped out of her conservative long dress to reveal a red bra, red panties and a matching garter-belt and stockings, also red. Miss Collins had slipped out of panties a while ago, but still had on her. "You shut up, or Yorrble kill!" Go back to your pigs, swine herd." Bartan still stood at ease, but his hand was on his sword. "Go! Before I ram your sword up your ass!" Yorrble kill!" The Goblin yanked out his sword, but Bartan was ready. Ducking away from Yorrble's attack, he sprang, cat like.Yorrble's blow went wide, but he caught Bartan's thrust on his shield. The two circled, watching for an opening."Pig keeper, pig keeper," Bartan taunted. "Go root for acorns with your herd." Yah hah!". "You're drinking milk! You! Milk!" He urgently waved his hands in the air.She chuckled, even though she still didn't understand what he was getting at, especially since he certainly would remember that she frequently drank milk at lunch. "Why is that bad?"He continued with pretend distress, "It's not bad, per se. It's just ... too much. It's like ... taking a bucket of sand to the Sahara Desert. I mean, you're carrying two gallon jugs of milk around with you all the time anyway. If you keep. Jordan hugged him again and then led the man down the steps and over to his new Harley. Several reporters met Merle at the bike and peppered him with questions. He had somewhat regained his poise by this time and gave polite, surprisingly articulate responses to the questions. He greatly enjoyed his fifteen minutes of fame.More people began streaming into the park. Chairs and blankets covered every opened piece of grass and dirt at that section of the park by eight o'clock. Then Jordan led the.