"Those things are vicious. It's great here when the breeze blows inland, but if you're camping on the sound it can be hell," I said. "I've seen big do...s dig a pit and bury themselves in the sand just to try and get away from the bites."Jake nodded his head ruefully. "Roger that, sir. We were hoping for a quiet few days but it looks like we're going to have to leave. Regulations say we can't camp out on the beach and it's too miserable to keep camping inland."Emma jumped in before I could. Over a plate of roast beef, a tureen of thick French onion soup and several glasses of cognac, I told them about my trip home. All the while, Madeleine flitted about making sure I was well served. She seemed full of nervous energy, and she smiled at me a lot, her dark eyes sparkling with mischief. Marcel watched the exchange of looks that passed between us with a wry smile on his face. He asked a few questions, but mostly listened while I told him about going back to Louisiana. He didn’t. But it stinks. And you really are a mental case. I don’t know anyone who’d try to pull that shit with the two of us.”“You can call me Little Miss Hand Grenade.”“Wha... ?”“I’m Little Miss Hand Grenade. Drop me down in the middle of your family and pull the pin.”I spread my hands like a bomb going off.“Kaboom!”She shook her head at me.“I liked you better when you were the mouse.”Mira turned and walked away towards the kitchen.“I liked me better when I was the mouse, too,” I said quietly to. She actually got a kick being such a tease towards them. However, she did feel a bit uncomfortable when women would look at her with those same sex-hungry eyes as the men.'What a bunch of lesbian weirdoes, ' she would think of those women. 'Why don't they find themselves a guy to screw with?'She has been on this exercise kick for about four months now, and it was now a very normal routine to her. She was looking forward to her morning jogs now, her tits bouncing in the tight-fitting top.Though.