"Gee," Sharon said as they moved apart, "some women get all the luck and all the kisses and everything." Would you like a kiss, Sharon?" he asked, goi...g to her. He took her in his arms and brought his mouth down warmly on hers. As he had done with her mother, he put a hand on Sharon's firm young behind and fondled it, adding to her excitement by getting his tongue into her mouth.When the kiss ended, Sharon felt a little weak-kneed, and her eyes shone brightly with excitement. More than ever. "Right down to the copper pipes out of the walls. There's no way he's coming after you until he finds Shantel, which I sincerely doubt he's going to do." You know and you're not saying, right?" Jon grinned."Well, I don't know, and I'm not saying," the older man grinned. "However I will say that there probably were some Halloran resources used. Best of all, his power base is all but gone, and he's going to have some real fun with the IRS over those missing records. I doubt you're even going to. Let's try to trigger the fields at the same time.''You're directing this disaster movie. Expect a team at your location in fifteen minutes. My God, what the hell? Another bloody arena? Do you ice-fish in arenas or something?''Only for sponsors and concubines, ' Tribune Whitefeather chuckled subvocally. 'Fishing for fish isn't so hot there.'Five minutes later, three suspiciously burly men dressed as Ontario Hydro line workers wandered into the shop. Five women were leaving, heading toward the. He pulled the bodies out from under the basket. Dust rose around him, making it difficult to draw breath. He blinked, trying to clear the tears that had welled up in his eyes. He could feel forces beating against his body. A dark hunger pulsed from where the bodies had been. He backed away from the center of the room. Aloud he said, "Lower the cage."The cage settled on the floor. Grabbing one of the body bags, he hauled it over to the cage. He opened the door and wrestled one of the body bags.