" I'm not in the mood, Stephanie. Just tell me where the fuck she is."Stephanie took a deep breath and swallowed hard. This was a self-appointed task,...she didn't have anyone to blame for when he killed her but herself."Now don't kill the messenger."He growled, low and dangerous. And she believed he meant it, even if he was just a week past being stabbed, shot and almost bleeding to death. She really thought he could do it. Damn Roger. He had pulled up stakes and gone on to his next assignment. "I was just wondering, Jock," Axel was saying as he studied the long fine ash on the tip of his cigar, "what kind of shape you're in these days; for example, do you think you can still run fast enough to snatch a lady's handbag on a crowded city street and get away with it?" You should know what kind of shape I'm in," Jock reminded his friend pleasantly. "What was the score the last time we played?" He knew better than to ask the reason for this odd question, which had come completely out of. “You don’t seem very confident in my cooking abilities,” Dan said with a smile.Grinning over at his friend, Tom said, “Oh, I remember some of your early pizza experiments. You’ve got to admit that my concerns are justified.”“I’ll grant you that,” Dan said with a laugh. Some of his early sauces had bordered on being toxic. Fortunately, they had tasted so bad, that it wasn’t possible to swallow enough of it to have long term health affects.He asked, “So how is your pursuit of or happiness. We both lied down on the floor.Then I asked her about bani. She said I spoke to her yesterday night and told her to enjoy life and how we all three can enjoy, Saab she was hesitant initially but at the mention of your name, her eyes lit up but still she wants time till noon, till then lets both enjoy. We then held each other and I told her to do the cooking nude and I kept on playing with her while she prepared lunch. We had a bath together and proceeded for lunch around 1.00 PM the bell rang..