Most every type had a little trick associated with it, and of course, the problems on the test weren't exactly like the examples in the textbook. Some...imes, they weren't even close."Anyway, he said his older brother had told him to go to the library, get several textbooks, find the type of problems that you were currently working on in each book, and presto, there would probably be several variations all worked out in the examples. He said that it worked for him, and it worked for me. My grades. But, I don't blame him for wanting you. I mean I do for sure. You leaving him had to kill the guy."Look next time we see him we're gonna be cool. Treat him with a little respect, not much, just a little," he laughed. "You know so he won't feel so bad. Okay?" Yes, I think you're right. But, the little shit does need to man up and act like a real man and not such a pussywhipped little twerp. I mean really," she said."Yeah, well, you've got me pussywhipped," he said smiling."Yes, but you're. We've had hamburgers and hotdogs or some other variation of quick food far too many times lately. We appreciate you offering to help, but we're going to have a good meal."Jeff looked around at the other women as they smiled at him. "Fine, then give me something to do. It isn't right for us guys to sit on our butts when you have to come in and work for another hour to fix dinner. And don't tell me you can do it faster without me. If my wives can learn to shoot, then I can learn to, at least,. The men quickly stowed their gear and hurried toward the taverns.Cordain led his siblings, Christi, and Rochelle to the keep, where he showed the two mercenaries to their rooms. The chambers were lavish for guest rooms, and the bath that lay between them was large enough for more than one person to share. Cordain said he would have it filled immediately, and would ensure it remained warm until they chose to use it.Rochelle clapped her hands as she tossed her pack down at the foot of her bed..