I do not know who you are or who put you up to this sickjoke, it is disrespectful.Leave before I call the police."Mary and Jane knew to expect that re...ction from Jean-Luc for Gabrielle,the lady Geralt truly was, warned them. Mary thought for a second beforeshe responded to Jean-Luc. The lady in black needed time to composeherself for she was hurting that her best friend's dad thought she wasdisrespecting Gabbie's memory. Being prepared for it did not lessen thepain. Mary also needed the time to. She wailed as if in agony as she was dragged into the chamber and door closed behind them. On the floor, still wet, was a puddle of blood from the man she saw less than 12 hours ago. A trail of blood streamed from the pool of reddish brown liquid to the door where the poor creature had been dragged off. Shelly strained her eyes to see the instrument of torment she could barely make out the night before, but it had been covered from top to bottom with a tarp. All she saw in the room was a heavy. Coach hadn't said anything but I used a bucket and cleaned out all the toilets with the mop, then used another one for that floor. I ended up using five buckets of soapy water. When I put everything away, I took off the mop head and replaced it with a clean one. I had an idea the one I used wouldn't smell too good come Monday.It was 5:45 when I finished. I headed home. When I went out the gate I heard a car honking. I looked across the street and John's new car was there. His window was. Both women felt a tingle; butterflies were fluttering in their tummies. They both heard the other softly moan.“No, I didn't see it,” Leslie softly whispered.“Okay, maybe there's too much reflection in the glass.” Julia grabbed Leslie’s coffee and set it down next to her own. She slowly walked to the other side of the room switched off the light.Neither woman had noticed but their sashes on their robes had started to loosen. Julia came back to Leslie and stood next to her. Julia’s hand returned.