"You said you were engaged in relations with Mrs. Granger. What were you doing, plotting to become relatives?" Objection! He's trying to insult the vi...tim instead of asking questions." I'm only asking him about his smarmy affairs and his predatory behavior."The judge is banging his gavel. Neither of these guys seem to have much interest in order in the court. They just want to go at each other. Mr. Granger's champion, Blake Blake, I swear that's his name, you can't make this stuff up, compares. We stayed there for about 3-4 minutes when my husband said, “shit, people are coming.” I didn’t give a shit. I’ve done this and much more in front of people before so if they want a show, Enjoy! But then my husband said they got k**s with them. Dam it! That changes it. We had to stop. I grabbed my cover-up and my husband covered himself with a towel, as we watched the group come closer. It looked like two families with a bunch of k**s. They headed for the lifeguard stand about 15 yards from us. Riordan had been excessively quiet since the battle had been won, and I finally cornered him after the Weisshaupt group left, convincing him to take a walk with me in the palace’s gardens. He looked gaunt, tired, even despite all the time we’d had to rest since returning to Denerim.“How are you holding up?” he asked, before I had a chance to say anything.I was touched by his concern, especially in light of his own significant issues. “I’m okay. I’m still mourning, I suppose, but I’m trying not. But it also makes it ... irrevocable, immutable. That’s necessary, too. No more ... revisions. Oh, and in the Book of Jack, I ... correct the ... myths ... and lies ... in Genesis and other books as well. That’s gonna be a shock for a lot of folks, as will the Rapture, mind you,” I chuckled as Jessica now fed me by hand.“I sure hope that you really finished it, because the thought of my boyfriend losing pints of blood and possibly dying ... oh, you can ... heal yourself now, can’t you? Genius,.