So, what the hell do I say? Dammit, I wish Shannon were here.That's when I got one of my patented brilliant ideas. Well, in hindsight it was obvious.I...rummaged through my pocketbook and found Shannon's business card. I needed that--I had only one--so I grabbed a piece of notepaper and wrote her name and number down on it. I slid it towards her. She looked at it, the tears still running down her face."Angela? That's my shrink. She's been a big help to me. She's really cool. I think you should. You know, just standing there and letting him shoot me. But I decided I can't do that."The girl's eyes widened."Of course you can't," she said."What's his name?" Danny," she said. "Daniel." And yours?" Ann," she replied meekly."How old are you?"The girl sat back against a log."Sixteen," she replied after a while.Jacob nodded."Am I going to have to kill you, too?" he asked."Probably," she answered.Jacob pursed his lips."Is there no way I can convince you that I wasn't the one who shot your Pa?". She lifted her hand to the fabric separating Laura's bra cups. Surprising herself, Laura batted her hand away. Eyes narrowing, Karen raised her finger to Laura's cheek, to caress it. Laura slapped it away too."Don't touch me, you bitch." I'm going to do a lot more than touch," Karen threatened.Karen's hand was quick. It shot out and grabbed Laura's bra between the cups. She yanked it forward, trying to rip it off, but the elastic merely stretched. Karen's arm had such strength that she pulled. If I ever felt lucky before it was nothing to what I was feeling now. Before me stood one of the most perfect human creatures ever to stand upon this earth. Her sun-highlighted hair was slightly curled and hung about 3' below her shoulders. There had to be a fan behind me, because some strands of her hair blew back from her face like she was some model. It framed a lovely tanned face that had two emeralds set into it that most people mistook for eyes. Michelline's lips were covered in a light.