I could imagine Basher would be watching them with only one hand on the TV remote.As it was we waited a week, just to give the Sundays their chance to..., but there wasn't a sniff. Harry's team had been checking out their homes too and it all looked O.K. The pick up itself we organised so that we could take them one at a time. I guess we could have walked in with machine guns at the ready but there's always a risk that something will go wrong and Harry likes safer approaches.The girls had been. I almost screamed, but I saw that it was Ryan. “What the fuck are you doing? We can’t do anything in there it’s gross, and it’s small. Plus people could hear us.” I told him quietly, but sternly. He didn’t even say anything just smiled, and picked me up so my ass was on the sink. Then kissed me and started sucking on my tongue which drove me crazy. “Are you ready to get fucked mommy?” He whispered into my hear as he lifted my skirt up. “I love you baby, but make it quick the waiter will be back. Seriva clicked her tongue."Tut-tut. Of course I knew, silly one. And you know very well what the clergy thinks of lies and lying initiates...don't you?"Cat didn't respond, still glaring at the other."'Tis time to teach you a harsh lesson, girl....together, I think. Such an...excellent coincidence that we have a warrior here...." Seriva shot him devious, calculating grin.Petric found himself responding in kind in a way that would have had his mentors cuff him.Or smack him and told him to show. The third saloon produced the same result, except that I did get a name. One of the five rich men was named Elmo Hunter. I never heard of him and his name was not on any of my wanted posters from Texas. It looked like I better pick up some NMT posters just to complete the set. I did so, and even took the posters without pictures on this occasion. Dammit, there was no Elmo Hunter in this stack of posters, either.It looked like all I could do was to frequent all of the saloons and hope that they.