It was important that they were loyal. Some of these little shits scared the crap out of Max, though he would never admit it. The cowering men had one... thing in common, they were killers. Each had to have killed at least one man before they were considered for recruitment. None had ever expressed remorse. A few killings had been justified or in self defense, but most were simple cases of cold blooded murder.Before joining, they were hand selected by a panel of psychologists who identified. She'll be up and dressed and out the door before she figures out there's no school." "Don't worry, Mom," I told her. "I'll let her know." As Mom and I were talking, Dad walked by on his way out the door. "I'm going to let the car warm up while I clean the snow off the car," he said. "Do you want me to clean your windshield while I'm at it?" Mom said, "That would be good. One last thing I have to worry about." "Okay," said Dad. "I'll see you all later." Then he gave Mom a peck on the cheek as he. " Snap!" If I put the phone down now I might make it earlier."Deborah's phone went down with a click. Richard stared at his and then his face broke into a delighted smile. He decided he'd better shower so he dashed upstairs and did that changing into clean clothes as well. He settled the dogs and was out of the house in just over quarter of an hour arriving at the Old Post Office twenty minutes after Deborah had put the phone down on him. As he raised his hand to ring the bell the door opened. Back home, Susan remains naked, sunbathing on the deck, but not in general view. She cannot sit long in the sun. She has that gorgeous alabaster skin, common to those born in the UK. After a short while she tells me she is going downstairs to wash the car. The car is parked on the steep driveway leading up to the house, and just outside the garage, which is locked and unavailable to tenants. There is a tap adjacent to the garage door, but no hose. She takes a bucket from the kitchen and dons.