“Oh don’t worry, we will have the last great battle, but I love to be fair. You know first hand that I keep my word.”Crimson sneered, “Yeah, b...t there’s always a trick isn’t there.”“Of course, but that’s as advertised, I am the Dark Trickster after all, Kristen Flint.”Kristen gasped. He knew both their secret identities. Of course, he was targeting them with his attacks, it wasn’t random. He had to have known. But that meant they weren’t safe, anywhere at any time. Her fist balled up ready to. " He shook his head. "Wendy, how did you expect those two to live in the next great adventure with no plumbing?" How many wives?" Two ... each." OK." They have kids." Shit!" Kids, not shit. Three per wife. Four wives." Tim was holding up fingers, " Three times four is past a passel... 12 is serious trouble. If you stay and marry them you can't go back..." He grinned. "Violet is right; you can't live here. If you try to take them with you..." He let the statement sink in.You never saw three. His broad shoulders caused my lips to involuntarily pout my approval. Andrew had sleek black hair and intense blue eyes which he lowered as he drank in my outfit. ”I’m cool thanks, you look gorgeous by the way, are you looking for a Christmas outfit? We have had some new stock arrive this morning.” “Well, not exactly,” I raised my eyebrows suggestively, “I’ve been thinking about your fantasy and thought that today was as good as any to carry it out.” I gave him one of my slowest sexy smiles. "Fuck you, dont act like a bitch" I said, she was beginning to get on my nerves, "Its ok, I know you play with yourself when you watch them,," she replied as she slid closer to me on the couch.Now Sara at this point was really starting to piss me off, it did not matter that she was dressed like a hot little 16year old that she was, a short jean skirt, tank top with a flowered blouse on over it, her hair in a pony tail andher toe nails painted wearing flip flops. She was still my sister & was.