His mouth had contained a small quantity of drugs and the note from the vigilante - again a carbon copy of the first hit.Fingerprints had been matched...to a number of the druggies that had been arrested or who had been found dead but none that couldn't be matched. So, the vigilante had been careful once more.Outside the farmhouse, the report provided a frightening insight into what had happened. Tracks had been found from a four-wheel drive vehicle leading up to the huge hedge that surrounded. We only have a backpack each, so we are traveling light. Bell hands me the Glock. She flips off her sweats and puts on black jeans.“Why are we taking guns?” I ask innocently.“We might meet a stranger in the night, can’t be too sure in this neck of the woods, missy.”I punch her arm. “You sound like a park ranger, a hot park ranger, kiss me, you ragamuffin.”Bell pouts. “I am not a ragamuffin, and if I am, that means you’re are a tramp. So no kissy-poo for you. Here take the knife, strap it to. "I think we can get to him," Kim whispered while she straightened the room."Did you see the way he stared at your tits? His eyes almost fell out of his head."Finished with their chores, the two women moved back to the balcony. Nina sat in a chair across from Don and put one foot up on an empty chair, letting her skirt ride up high on her shapely thigh. This gave the busy executive a good glimpse of her tender inner thighs. She opened and closed her legs lazily, inviting Don to ogle her. She took me by both hands and skated backwardin front of me.I wish I could do that, I thought to myself. But with her help I quicklygained a better feel for my equilibrium.After a further half hour I was finished. Once again muscles were beingused which otherwise were idle. And they protested now. I said good-byeto the girl and we exchanged telephone numbers.My legs hurt. Guaranteed that I wouldn't wear any high heels today. Icouldn't imagine being able to bend my legs enough to be able to put.