Thank goodness none of them had a clue about what some of my thoughts had been! Not only didn't they have a clue, they actually had the opposite idea:... that I was a gentleman - ha!I confessed, "Umm. I might have been stretching the truth a little with Donna. Maybe quite a lot more than a little. In all honesty, I have very much enjoyed seeing so many good looking bodies. Emily, and the other girls who're in underwear, if you think I don't find you sexy, then you're very, very wrong. You're. " What Bwana?" "How about her?" I pointed at the old cook, she stood there in her filthy checkered shirt and brown skirt."She is not dead." I see that," I cannot kill." Even for a better life, cooking, with your hands, is her life worth your hands." No Bwana." Then take this gun." I reached a Winchester Carbine down from the wall and handed it to her.Her fingers trembled, "Between the eyes." I suggested.Bang, the gun fired but she missed, the bullet smashing the left eye socket and taking part. She's just a pervert, and she was hoping to snap a spy picture of you doing something more adventurous." Out here in the street?" Teenage girls; their minds are like a paperback romance novel." It's nice to meet you Julie. Rhonda was telling me about the girls in her class, and you can tell them that I'm real." It's nice to meet you too, Steve. I see that Miss Wilson has no trouble finding cute guys."Rhonda said, "Miss Wilson has found this cute guy, so back off."I said, "We were just going to. From their vantage point, Barbara and Rhonda could see where Terri was, without being noticed. Barbara surveyed the situation and formulated a plan."We've got fifteen minutes until the Grand Promenade. That's when the judges will make their final selection. I've got to come up with something to keep her from winning." said Barbara. "Are those long shears still in the utility room?" Yes they are. I know right where they're at. Why? What do you have in mind?" asked Rhonda."Go and get the shears.