He doesn't have nightmares about how he should've run in to save her or call the cops sooner or something, anything."Marshmallow?" groans Nic. His arm... is outstretched toward me with his sleeve dangling straight over the fire. In his hand is a stick with the sad remains of a burnt and melting marshmallow. It drips slowly and pathetically off the stick as he waits for a reply."I'm good, man." I try to keep the malice out of my voice but some of it leaks through anyway. He's too stoned to care but. Thorn was in there and would see her and come out. Nobody came out. She went up to the sliding glass doors and leaned close, cupping her hands to the sides of her face to shield the sunlight. The house was empty. Pam sighed.She stepped back and noticed her reflection in the glass. She put her hands on her hips and turned each way to check herself out. She ran her hand down over her stomach. Her body wasn't as skinny as before. Her new bikini top was already a bit tight on her boobs.She turned. There is no way we can let that happen. Would you like me to see if my lawyer can help you?" I'd love that. I swear there is no way, no matter what, that I will let it look like any nerds or friends of nerds won last week. If I have to go in and shoot them down where they stand, I will."Koke nodded at that. "What are your plans for Ms. Q?" I do not know yet, but I want whatever I do to hurt her bad."Chapter 202CNN anchor1:50 pm, November 4th, 20067:50 am November 5th, 2006 (local time)"Good. .” she trailed off.“I call it pussy,” interrupted Teresa, rescuing her aunt. “That's what Mum taught me when I asked, and I've used it ever since.”That opened the floodgates, and we heard all sorts of euphemisms. Snatch, hole, box, gash, and slit were some of the more familiar terms, although there were a lot more, and some I'd never heard before. Eventually, Jane gesturing for silence, said it was her story, and she would use the words she wanted, and the rest of us would have to deal with.