With supper well begun, she turned to me. "Bill, what are you going to do about that woman?"I knew who she meant but said, "What woman?" Marjorie Emer...son, of course." Why, nothing. I'm not doing this to fight and, particularly, not to fight with her."She was not happy with my reply. She looked at Joan. "Joan, do you have your recording kit in your car?" Joan nodded. "Good. Tomorrow, we will record an interview with Miss Emerson to play on Monday."I had smiled and walked out to the barn. Todd. A quick survey by the AI had assured him that he didn't have any extractable volunteers aside from his old friend Henry Hollister. At his feet, three of Washington's less desirable young gentlemen lay unconscious and disarmed. In front of Henry lay a half-dozen handguns of varying manufacture, quality and calibre, four cans of mace, three switchblade knives (backup armament for the three aforementioned sacks of flour) and a civilian-grade taser. A large mixing bowl contained a rapidly-growing. Welcome, please sit down." Mr. Jackson said. Her blue short skirt and white blouse were stunning and Mr. Jackson liked it. When she sat down he had caught a glimpse of her thong before her legs crossed. Mr. Jackson was getting a little hard. "So Miss Torres, tell me about yourself." He asked, doing the formal interview bullshit that came with it. She rambled on about her job and her experience at her previous job. Mr. Jackson pretended to be interested as he wanted to stick his cock in her cunt. Be sure to check out the view from the upper courtyard, children, but try not to get too close to the edge. That's a very long drop to the river below." That it is," Pavel agreed.With a cluck and a flick, they were back in motion. Once through the gate, he turned left and headed across the lower courtyard to the castle forge—easily located by the smoke of its chimney and the din of its craftsmen. As soon as they stopped by the coal bunker, however, they were accosted by a large, heavyset man in.