” came the reply, in a sweet soprano, rather than the sheriff's smooth baritone.My head shot up and there she stood before me, a vision in a buttery...yellow summer dress.“Kitty!” I blurted. “You can't be here.”“Obviously I can be here. Maybe I shouldn't be here, Max, but I definitely can be here.” she said pertly, sashaying forward to the cell door. Her hips swayed and her breasts strained at the buttons of her frock.“I can't believe you're here. After what you did to me...” I growled,. "Peter," she said breathlessly. "I need to talk to you about something." He looked up at her, annoyed."Yeah, what is it?" Do you remember one of the guys from the meeting yesterday? Purple shirt and tie?" Peter shook his head and muttered to himself."Are you asking me if I remember Don, the President of the group we're trying to merge with?" Her face turned red from embarrassment."Yes, yeah, that was him. Well last night he came to my hotel room with wine. I think he was trying to proposition. It isn'tusable any longer and there isn't any reason to keep it out here that Ican tell." I am concerned that with your world at war a radio for you to bringthem here may not be that good of an idea," she countered."If they were to want to come this way with the war they wouldn't needme, the radio, or the beacon," Gerald pointed out. "They already knowwhere you are, that's how I ended up here."Captain Yinzi frowned because she knew he was right, and that it wasobvious, and she felt foolish for. She let out a tearful sigh before repeating the lie once more."Stick and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me."By this point in her life, Penelope would have preferred the sticks ands tones. Although she still looked young, Penelope was a 23 years old college undergrad. Why was she so late in her education? What have kept her behind? Why did she keep running away?Well, shit it wasn't stick and stones.The warm water felt good on her face and helped calm her breathing..