By how much, he couldn’t even begin to guess. While they were playing the game earlier, she had mentioned that she had been married before. She was ...retty though. Not the gorgeous model type like the girl Nicole, but pretty. Bright blue eyes, long brown hair, nice body in jeans and a T shirt that showed off her fairly large breasts. The T shirt from a college from a town about fifty miles south of Oklahoma City gave him a slight pause. His girlfriend and him were really having a lot of trouble,. " I guess Brad was going to be the spokesperson for the group."No shit, Brad! It took you two hours to drive here for this conversation. I pretty much figured out why. What the hell did Carmen ever do that you dislike her so much?" We... I mean, I don't dislike her, Dad. It's just that one day you help her out and the next day she's living here with her kids. I noticed your car is gone too. I take it that you gave it to Carmen to drive." Because you are my kids, I'll take the time to try and. Nor the cut on his temple-- but that distracted her for the moment, filled her with concern. Almost on impulse she halfway reached out to touch at it, before drawing her hand back and cradling it as though she had accidentally touched a hot iron. She wasn't sure how to feel or act and she wasn't taking any measures to hide her confusion. "Giles... I'm so glad you're back with us," she said as she cast her gaze about the room. No Buffy. No Xander, Anya... just his guitar. She smiled and looked. He was behind her and when she looked over her shoulder she saw him looking to his left. Her eyes followed his and she gasped again as she saw the river, a slow moving width of muddy brown that was alive with crocodiles.They were everywhere she looked, on the banks, in the water ... everywhere. If he hadn't stopped ... if she'd been alone, walking that trail ... she'd have walked right into the feeding frenzy that seemed to be going on.And it WAS a feeding frenzy. There was a herd of some kind.