'He noticed a woman, a black clad Anarchist, who sometimes led the group in revolutionary songs. At times their voices would ring out over the valley ...nd echo for minutes afterwards. 'Oz' feared they'd bring every Nationalist soldier for miles around, but none came. 'Perhaps, ' he mused, 'it was the quality of the singing that kept the Fascists at bay.'When he'd first met them, they eyed his Russian PPD machine gun suspiciously. But 'Oz' was nothing if not a good 'bullshit artist.' In no time. Upstairs in his room Mark made a decision. He called a car dealer and asked about the models they had in stock ready for immediate delivery. "I'll grab a cab and be down first thing in the morning," he told the salesman. Mark went online and researched car prices.He also looked up Whispering Willows Resort and found their web page. It was bland and uninteresting. The logo looked like a Mormon illustration depicting Eve in the Garden of Eden with all the good parts below her shoulders totally. I reached her home at 8, but cursed her becoz it was locked.I thought of waiting there for a while, met a friend from there and stood chit chatting when I finally saw her arriving at 8.30pm.She was very apologetic for making me wait, she asked me to sit and went in to fetch some water. by the time I informed her that mom had left me to have dinner alone at home.She suggested we could have dinner together at my home and she’ll accompany me after changing so that we have each others company. She. She started to get a feel on how many different markets the Bête Holding worked in. Any crisis in one could eventually be compensated with the others. When they finally came back at the office after a dinner meeting she felt tired and slumped in her chair. She skimmed over the work that had gathered on her desk during the day and sorted it quickly into neat stacks. ‘Come,’ he said as he came out of his office. ‘time to go home.’ She had forgotten about having to live at his place for as long as.