“You’re not mad?”“Of course not,” she said. “I trust you, and I trust her.”“You can’t trust me,” I said firmly.“Bob, she’s goi...g to learn about it somewhere. At least I know you love her.” She looked at me oddly. “If anything I’m a bit jealous.”“You’re shitting me,” I gasped.“Language!” she warned.“Sorry,” I said, blushing.“I said that word when I came on his finger,” said Heather, as if she was simply talking about how I’d touched her. “Sorry,” she said, looking sheepish.“Oh?” Beth’s voice. "We have killed them because they tried to kill us. That, according to your laws and customs means that everything they owned now belongs to us. It means that this farm and everything in it, including yourselves, belong to us. Can any one of you give us a good reason why we shouldn't sell you all into slavery?" He looked into their eyes one by one until they looked away. "We are going to question each of you one by one and decide your fate. Remember your men have killed loved ones of some of us. This was done in two hours. The owner wanted twelve million for the Mobile Home Park and land and she got it all for eight million.”Linda asked if she was a keeper and Tracy said, “OH, Yeah!” Linda said she had brought a set (this is a black card, money, and a 1/10the share of company stock) for her and asked what she thought of that and Tracy said, “By all means. The girl in the motel is her roommate and runs the motel. She has a business degree and hotel management degree and I think in a few. Anyway, they appeared to be surprisingly normal guys under the surface who took great pleasure and pride, in showing me photographs of their wives and children.It was the other guys who I weren't so sure about. They were there all the time, but kind of weren't at the same time. Eventually I worked out that there must have been at least eight or ten of the buggers.You know, there is something about a professional military man that makes him stand out from the crowd. Much like Cops, they carry an.