OK with that?” “Yeah, I think I can manage that.” I laughed. “I’ve never worn knickers with tights anyway. So, tell me more about the hotel ...and the party.”He put me in the picture about the parties, they were twice monthly affairs, the hotel was a place where T Girl sluts and their men got together. They had no time for solely lesbian T Girls or ones who just wanted to dress up and pose, there were other nights for that kind of thing. Tarty and slutty was the theme, no frilly girlies. Once the. Mist continued to seep out around the edges. Did first aid even work on damned souls? He had no clue.“You can’t die, my girl. You know why?”“Why?” she offered a faint smile.“Because you are already dead, silly.” Logan forced a smile onto his lips. “Nowhere to go now but up. So, you just tell me what you need to start getting better, ok?”“Cold,” Karen mumbled. Her eyes drifted shut.“Stay awake, Karen!” Logan barked at her. “Stay with me!”Her eyes opened, slower than the last time. Logan could. I was surprised when I opened my front door and there stood a beaming Jack Warren and three very lovely college-aged coeds. I welcomed them all into the house and told them to make themselves at home while I got everyone some beer.Just to be on the safe side, I asked them if they were old enough to drink and all three said they were.So, over the course of the next half an hour and a case of beer, I learned their names, their college majors and that they were party girls.“So, what do party girls. OK, we don’t want ... Percival to grow up without you. I agree.”Unbeknownst to either of them, Elizabeth had followed Jack. The maternal instinct in her was strong, and her baby boy was in danger. She couldn’t just stand by while a giant ground his bones. She had a kitchen knife in her hand, something that approximated a toothpick when compared to Mortimer’s bulk.But ... she heard Mortimer wailing about what she thought was his baby being raised fatherless. It tugged at her heart strings. Once.