NOW!’ She screamed at him, planting her hands on her hips, glaring. ‘Your brothers are not at home. They are down the hall, seeing to the moving o...f your belongings.’ He continued to stare at her, his deep blue eyes flaring with heat. ‘What do you mean, the moving of my belonging’s?’ She waved away his reply. ‘Nevermind, I will ask them myself.’ She stormed out of the room and followed the sounds of commotions to get to her brothers. The instant R’ale saw her bearing down upon them, however, he. It was sitting there twenty feet away. All he had to do was climb out and get it. He waited. He waited for the storm to suddenly rush back, justifying his wait. He wanted absolution from the storm, to vindicate his indecision by showing him he couldn’t have got the bag. But it didn’t. It still gave him the chance. The black bag still sat there. Nothing moved. Not a thing. He could hear his own heartbeat, feel it in his temples. He could almost sense his blood moving around. His fingers. If it wasn't for her warm broad smile, you might think her vulgar. And she is - how to express it? - bigger. Not just physically bigger – although she is probably 25 pounds heavier than Jenny was at the same height, but everything about Gwenda is big; her hair, her movements and her laugh. And of, course, Gwenda is black and proud of her West Indian background where Jenny was less interested in her origins, although she did feel that being part Scandinavian was a little exotic, I suppose. Was?. I found myself wondering whether Tina Callahan had contributed to the caption contest.Rank walked in, carrying stack of folders. He's a thickset, jowly man in his fifties, with a nose like a potato. He was wearing a wrinkled brown suit and a stained tie. His macho persona surrounded him like cheap cologne.He made an ominous show of closing and locking the door, and then he leaned his back against the wall and said "How's my favorite pervert?"I saw Tina cringe out of the corner of my eye. I.