If the bastard kid was real smart, he'd have already buggered off to the Blackguard barracks at the Ormscraig. Maybe they'd promised the kid a future ...job, or profitable night work as one of their buttboys ... I didn't care. Sooner or later the fucker would leave the safety of the walls and suffer some sort of very unfortunate accident, unless he just disappeared into the swamp instead.Only the lazy or amateur killers dump their victims into the river. That more than anything had been Rochelle's. "She's inside somewhere. She went in to rescue..." The Major butted in." She's a brave woman, but it's not looking good son." They all looked back at the alien shield the helicopters still taking random pot shots at the impenetrable skin. One of the science team came running. "It looks like they're gonna start pumping the gas!" Gas?"John asked to the Mayor. The old man shook his head," John you really don't want to know."At the Sweethearts homestead the coverall smocked troops worked quickly. She was also incredibly playful and got involved in a Super Soaker water fight at our Team Building weekend at Easter, while dressed in white clothing. It became rather obvious she was not wearing a bra!The love lives of the two girls was a subject that was discussed between them every week in loud voices. Sandy's long-term relationship had reached a messy conclusion when she caught him in bed with another man, while Belle had had a hundred transient couplings over the year. She always denied. So Belladonna it was.He was surprised at how effusively the maitre d' had greeted them. But not too surprised. Being married to Paula had its perks. When your wife has a body that's caused more drooling than Pavlov's bell, you get used to extra attention. What astonished Steve were the times, like this one, when Paula herself seemed embarrassed by the fuss people made over her.He knew just how much time she spent arranging her lush blonde hair, selecting her outfits, like tonight's skin-tight.