" she said."Right," I agreed, "And?" Now you haven't." she said,"So, what you think, did I get a prick transplant?" I probed, "Or maybe, just maybe it... was someone else who screwed you?" Can we go somewhere and talk?" she suggested as she tried to pull what was left of her clothes back on."You want to call the cops?" I asked."Not if you want to talk." she agreed, I stared, her hair shone a silvery gold in the moonlight,"Is your apartment far away?" she asked."My car is in the parking lot over. He looked up, and though he couldn’t really see her well in the darkness, he could immediately catch her subtle perfume in the air, and admire her silhouette against the deep black sky. There was enough light to see her long sandy-blond hair (or at least that’s what he imagined it was), and her shapely form a few feet from him. “Yes, it is... care for a look?” “I’ve never really tried one before. What can you see?” “Oh, pretty much whatever you want... a license plate half a mile away, a. The girl was in the passenger seat, holding her ripped shirt closed and looking panicky when Taylor and Reznikov arrived, but the rear door was opened like he’d asked.Taylor wedged the Russian through the door, laying him face down on the back seat, pushing him as close to the other door as possible. Using one of the two ropes he’d grabbed, Taylor pulled Reznikov’s legs up, trussed them up, and pushed them as far up his back as possible. He had to lean in on the man’s bent legs and got a few. ” He gestured at his pupils, and spoke to his guests. “Ladies, you see before you the dregs of our village,” faces fell; “but who are slowly turning into bright students,” the faces shone with smiles again; “as they study hard and learn to become good citizens of Rehome.” The children adopted a pose of seriousness.He paused, then went on, “In honour of our guests, I am going to give them a quick tour of our school and the schoolhouse, then I have to be a good host to them; so ... so I am now.