"Clouds of mosquitoes began to descend upon them and Grif chased everyone back to the cabin. He looked at Theresa who had her own recollection of why ...rif called it a giant mosquito call. "It seemed like a good idea at the time," said Theresa, "at least she knew she was being killed for a reason, and not for somebody's rug."Theresa sat to compose herself, thinking of how close she came to dying on the trail. Now she had become the killer, and achieved her revenge. Link spilled the story of how. And then 5225 acts on them.5225, as it calls itself, is run by a woman named Melody A, a 53 year old woman with three computers (only one of which is connected to the internet), a multi line phone, four pens, and a yellow legal pad on her desk. The 'A' is for Armstrong. The other ten or so people who are at HQ (everything is paramilitary there) also have initials instead of last names, and Melody A. is the only one who knows what the initials stand for. Her conceit was that this improved. He had thrown himself in with the women, something he hoped had been a correct decision. A discomforting sensation nagged at the back of his mind. He tried to figure out what it was, but it slipped away.“It’s a whole-body intense vibrator and you think I’ll get bored of it?!” Viv question, disbelief written on her face.“So, storytime,” he said, turning towards his companions. “I’m about as in deep as you two are now. Do I get to know what’s going on?” he asked, looking between the two women. A. When I looked in the mirror I saw that the dress was just as short as the skirt was, maybe shorter! "That looks very nice Janet. Change your shoes and redo your lipstick and come to my room." In a few minutes she had brushed my hair again, changed my earrings to gold buttons, spritzed me with perfume, and added a gold belt to the dress. "Wait in the familyroom for us Janet." I left the room, still shaken by the way I looked. Dad said nothing when he saw me, but I know he was still in shock. .