So instead of biting him, I made sure I had a solid grip on his windpipe, and PULLED. There was a wet tearing sound and the entire front half of his n...ck came away in my hand. The guy fell over and started flopping around on the ground like a fish out of water, and I could tell that if I werent currently holding his voice box in my clenched fist he would be screaming. Loud. Blood fountained from the open wound in his throat and drenched Courtneys face and perky tits in a steaming red mess, and. M., so one in the afternoon becomes thirteen hundred hours. You can convert the time just by subtracting twelve hundred if the time reported is above that,” Ashley added.“So, two thousand minus twelve hundred...” Aine said.“Try twenty minus twelve,” I suggested. “Those would be the hours.”“Eight,” Angelique said firmly.Aine looked over at Angelique. “So eight p.m. I get it now, but I’m not used to it.”“We’ll use the clock we are used to in the house,” I said. “Although I forgot what we’ll see. Her nose just lightly pokes the obscene anus.*SSHHSRLLORpPpppptA deep bubbly fart hits Isobel point blant in the face, as the sulfur burns her nostrils she makes a look of raw disgust that would easily challenge the one made to Bran earlier today. She coughs and sputters as her face reddens over in a deep blush. On some deep level, she actually likes this.('Oh my. . The smell of Miss Margaret's behind. . . After the harsh vapour went away, so rich, I can't describe it. . .')*Hnng. Margaret. They offered to buy us a drink, but Paige said that we were going to have coffee and go home, implying that she couldn't wait to get me into bed.I was bothered by what she'd said about us only having one thing in common."We're both widowed with children," I offered as I helped her into my truck."We have the letters," she reminded me.I found myself wanting to add to the list of things we had in common, but couldn't come up with anything else.Paige went directly to her room and returned a few.