.. this must be certified by the church..." Bill's uncle started. "It was signed before the high and assistant high priest. There were also many of t...he priest council there. If you would like, I will have them all there when I take your insignificant life you traitor!" Bill snarled at his opened mouth Uncle. "Good by Uncle, it wasn't a pleasure smelling your frightened odor. At least die like a member of the noble Lion clan." Walking off Cornelius started to yell and scream at Bill's. He turned and carried the cover over to the check lady. Walking back to her, he suddenly stops in his tracks when he finally sees her front. A Navy blue skirt, cut just above the knee. Matching nylons, fairly heavy ones to help protect her legs from the cold. 4 inch black heels. All fairly normal for her business attire, where distracting male clients was as important as the sales pitch itself. The same can’t be said for what’s on top, though. A very fine, soft long sleeve white pullover. .Marjorie Foster, usually called Margie, is from a small town and is finding her Freshman year at the very large State University to be a difficult experience. The size and complexity is intimidating. The large number of people all with their own agenda bustling around her leaves her rather lonely. The only other students there from her home town are older and in different majors and she never knew them that well to begin with. She’s used to being involved in everything, knowing every one. She. Helena hadn’t made it difficult, though. It was on top of everything else in her purse.“Ruger LC9,” he continued. “Good gun for a lady. And wot’s this?” She heard the sound of a rubber band being broken off of something and felt his weight shifting as if he were stuffing something in his pocket. “What kind of rich woman comes to Africa with only 5000 Euros in her purse?” There’d been 25,000 Euros in the bag. “And a satellite phone, nice thing ta ‘ave out here. Well, we’ll just remove the.