"Yes, you bastard. Yelp." Since I did not move my sword, her talking made my sword go deeper into her skin."I shall return, and the lot of you had bet...ter be ready, I would hate to have to pay to bury your whole family." I removed my sword and sheathed it. "Meri? Toss the men over there a couple of pennies, and have them bury the pig before he starts blocking traffic." I mounted, and waited for her to do so also.As soon as she mounted, I looked to the old men. "See that he gets a decent burial.. ” That was a slap to her face that was almost physical in its impact on her.He took the papers and signed them. “But you have no witness?” she asked.“Get Tim to countersign it. He knows my signature. And please pass on my best regards to Mrs Oliver.”He felt it no longer appropriate to say: “Give my love to Mandy!” as Mandy was no longer his life time friend’s mother; she was Mrs Oliver, the mother of the lover of his wife. Sad, really, as he’d loved Mandy as a second mother after he’d lost his. Then he'd take advantage of his running base by running the 20 mile in the long distance running category. His reasoning was the mile took stamina and he had his best shot at finishing in the top 100 in the mile. The 20 mile was a no brainer to Bret. He was fairly certain there were only 100 runners in the Marines that could compete at 12.5 mile and 20 mile distances. Now a finish in the top 100 in either would be a good score. Divided the 100 into two races and the lowest he should finish. By the time I came out of the room the boys had moved over into the Jacuzzi and joined Gail. They must have been chatting her up because when I came out she was flirting wildly with them, bending over the edge of the tub trying to get something out of her purse. Her ass was pointed right at them and I could clearly see her pussy lips and the brown slice of her asshole through her wet suit. The boys were gawking at her holes and one of them was reaching towards her like he was going to feel her.