"He made a few notes."Tell me about Ken- physical appearance," he asked, almost like he knewsomething."Five eleven, short brown hair, brown eyes, runn...r's body- condition- Irun six miles a day," she said, "use to anyways. Scars- many- stabwound to the left shoulder, another to the right belly- how I lost myappendix, claws marks on both my thighs- three lines on my right legand four on my left, gunshot wound to my right bicep, lost my left earlobe in a knife fight, and I have a number of. "Ready on the right! Ready on the left! Ready on the firing line! Fire!" Diana called out as loud as she could. There was a less than resounding bunch of... clicks.Wainwright, expecting a volley of sound, almost flinched at the barely-heard clicks. "Ball and dummy," Jeff answered as a single round fired, then a little later, another."Oh," Wainwright said, as if he knew what Jeff was talking about.Jeff just grinned; this was going to be fun.Jeff and Wainwright sat at a game table next to the. I didn't have any problems, and thought I could have managed fine on my own. I was enjoying my first driving on the road, though I was a little nervous with all the other drivers around. It was a lot different than a parking lot. Walking through the mall was an interesting experience. Men kept looking at me, and I felt embarrassed by the attention. I knew that Anne wasn't bad looking, but she certainly wasn't a model either. Still, in spite of the embarrassment, I felt a little excited by the. They guys had gone to the stables to give the horses a drink. Emmaline tiptoed through the house, relishing the fact that nothing had changed. When she entered the kitchen, her mom was swaying to blues with a whisk in her hand like she was conducting an orchestra. Little drops of batter were flying onto the walls and counter as the whisk bobbed to the beat. Home sweet home. She crept close enough until she was directly behind her mother and squeezed her in a bear hug. Her mom cried out in.