“Yonder wood. Also hidden there are Mutant John’s Harley Davidson, and a very expensive pair of boots.”“Christ.”“Yes.”“We could go and...get them,” Gordon says.He makes no attempt to move.“We could,” I say, as if giving the matter genuine consideration.“But it’s awful dark.”“You won’t find my stockings, and I really need those.”“Best stay then.”I smile at him.“Okay.”He gets up.“I think the fire’s still going in the other room. Would you like to come through?”I get up, and sway. He comes around. "He was telling the truth as far as he knew it." Yes, a pity their leader Aesian was killed." I agree, he might have been the type of person we could have worked with. I wonder now if he might have been the secondary target and either a political or military faction wanted him out of the way. The Sicceians still have the resources to fight on if they are fanatic enough to do so. The bomber being a last minute substitute for someone who suddenly took ill might have been a hastily put together. The first time I went in I was in awe of everything about the place. After a few visits I went from a deer in the headlights to a k** in a candy store. I had become a regular window shopper and one day the sales clerk "Ralph" started chatting with me. He showed me the video booths and the backroom theater and also the bathroom stalls. He said that the stalls locked from the inside and if I wanted to rent any of the magazines on the clearance rack I could bring them in with me.My friend John. This, her husband insisted, was the exact reason he had given her the gift certificate. She needed to “loosen up and forget her cares for a little while.” It was well-intentioned, but Lydia didn’t think an hour of massage was going to exactly change her outlook on life. Still, Mark had been so proud of himself when he gave her the gift, and judging by customer comments and the looks of the place, she was sure the cost had been extravagant. Maybe too extravagant? Setting aside her unease that.