"A little bony, but not bad," she said with an appreciative nod. "Anythingelse? I mean, a man could have wide hips and that bony ass of yours."I gritt...d my teeth, "I...I have b-breasts," I said, unable to even look ather."Huh?" she frowned and cleaned out her ear with a finger, "I didn't quitehear that." B-Breasts," I said a bit louder. However, she merely leaned in a bitmore, as if she still couldn't hear me. I realized it wasn't the volumethat she was looking for, but the word. I braced. ”“She’s an iPad on wheels!”“Men ... You are all the same. Women, we are just toys to you. Why you call, Anglais? Are you bored?”“I called because I found a murdered cream puff waiting for me when I got home! It’s like CSI Rue Montorgueil in here. I just sent the cream to the lab: they’re putting a rush on it to determine the fat contents. We’re interviewing a rum baba who was found hanging around the crime scene. Detective Stohrer is canvassing every bakery in the area.”“Stohrer,” she giggled.. Grayson felt the other end of the ladder drop and turned to see Iain vomiting into the bushes. He himself felt queasy enough, but steeled himself to carry out the task, to let Kyle have a proper tribute to his life. Grayson heard the two men approaching and had them stop short of seeing Kyle. The apprehension eased on their faces seeing Iain vomiting, knowing they would be spared the gruesome sight. Grayson picked up two of the four buckets of water and brought them to Kyle’s body. The writhing. Allen’s screams of terror and pain as he was put into the converter were enough to make anyone disturbed and unnerved. Even so, Centurion O’Keefe wouldn’t let anyone, especially Lyle, block out the sensory experience.“You need to witness this, as do all of the staff, all other volunteers present, and definitely all of the concubines. Allen had plenty of chances to prove worthy of selection after being dismissed for his ‘obstinate ways, ‘ as his ex-sponsor put it. He should have known when he.