.. she felt the panic growing in her tummy... no, she hadn't moved on... It was her vengeance.. She saw the a****l lust in Randy's eyes... those eyes ...hat never looked staring at you... But they did last night... they wanted this to happen... they all wanted to happen... and for the first time on her life Nanci saw herself as a victim of a dark plan.Bile shoot up her throat and rapidly she kneeled at the washroom bowl and let loose, trying to purge her pain, sorrow and deep sense of. We tried it on one of the school computers. Interesting. After a few moments, any of us who could touch-type could do transcriptions with the keyboard and mouse.Efficient? Dunno. In the meantime, it worked.Okay. We decided to launch Operation Cold on Wednesday evening at 5:00. We wouldn't meet physically; for what we were going to do it was neither necessary nor desirable. We decided being paranoid was better than being cocky, so having our bodies spread out among various households made. I looked down and stroked her cheek. "Good morning to you my love." I whispered into her ear.She turned her head, gave me a sleepy grin and said, "Mmmm... A girl could get used to this." Beth opened her eyes and I, once again, got lost in their limpid blue depths. "I just love waking up in your arms, Alex."I grinned roguishly at her and said, "Don't get too used to it, I'll only be available to do this every morning for the next sixty or seventy odd years or so, then I'll HAVE to cut you. We voted that the next few nights were cook's nights off. We all pitched in to clean the place back to its original pristine condition. Jim did a little baking and we all had fresh blueberry scones. When a kitchen smells clean that's a pretty reliable indicator that it is clean, as long as overriding smells like PineSol or bleach aren't covering things up. I consulted with Wanda to see if we had a few things in stock like pork tenderloins, smoked sausage or kielbasa and frozen orange juice. I.