"You're no fucking lady," he replied and got in and slammed the door.The librarian had to push the seat back to accommodate her long legs andshe kicke... off her heels. He noticed she was wearing little sheer ankletsand he could see her red painted toenails through the gauzy nylon."Jeez!" he snorted and started the car.They drove in silence for about half an hour and then he snapped on theradio and tuned it to a rockabilly station. Lynard Skynard were beratingNeil Young for writing a song about. Come on, Sara. Let's get you out of here."Moving to the door, he looked around the corner, and saw nothing coming. He bent down and picked up his rifle with his right hand. 'Tom, I'm bringing in two more survivors, one is critically hurt; can you come out and meet me?''On the way the boy's name is Jamie, and he keeps asking about you. Looks like you have a new son.''I don't have time for a son, but he is a brave lad, if he wants he can call me Dad. I would be honored, but what the hell do I do,. But she was already trying to adapt and rationalise. He’d never need to know, and this was one final obstacle to get what she deserved, what she had worked long nights and weekends for. “Let’s go” Dario said firmly. They marched out of his office, past his secretary. “Tasha, Cat and I are going to see a client at the Marriott. We might take them to dinner so I probably won’t be back in today. Oh, could you cancel my 4pm with Rebecca”. The secretary shot Catherine a knowing look, as if this was. She obviously knew this guy from somewhere but what was their history? Don’t you tell me to buzz off, bitch? I need to beat the shit out of you after what you did to me, you disgusting freak. In fact, maybe I should finish that job right now, I doubt anybody would care if they knew what you really were she stood up and got in Jithu’s face.Don’t call me a bitch, you fucking jerk! The name you can call me Sunaina and you sure as hell have no right to call me by your nicknames anymore and you know.