"He just liked me better." No," Quentin muttered but neither sister was listening."'Cause I ain't fat like you." Abigail laughed at her, and wiped her...hand on her loins before reaching up and smearing it over her sister's tearful face. "Taste him!" Moira pulled back, clenched her hand into a fist and smacked her sister in the eye as hard as she could.Abigail cried out and she tripped over Quentin on the floor before looking at her sister. "I'll kill ya," Moira warned and turned her attentions. There lay an acoustically reflective plane straight in some forty feet, buried deep within the stone. I would have to be exceptionally careful approaching that area, probably using a remote-controlled drilling head.My attention was so taken by this job that I scarcely paused for sleep and refreshment. Once I passed the outer two feet I found the sedimentary rock making up the mountain top had shifted from a mottled brown to a pure white limestone. I was fascinated. At the back of the main hall. It was B's turn to patrol and what if something really bad happened and she and/or her he’s-not-my boyfriend came looking for me only to find lil Dawnie's head buried in between my legs. Like I said, or thought or whatever, earlier Spike would probably just laugh, but B would have a total freak out. That should totally put me off, but instead it pushed me over the edge, my last coherent thought for a while being that I hope that stuck up, self-righteous hypocrite walks in right now and finds me. "Perhaps we can focus our attention on the charges my client faces," he suggested."It is my understanding that your client also faces an 'abuse of a corpse' charge," Houston shot back."Let me rephrase," Quinn said. "Let's focus on the charges that relate to when the victim was alive. How can you say with certainty the insertion was forcible?" Again, as I testified, yesterday, the injuries lead me to that conclusion," Houston answered."A conclusion, not a fact," Quinn jumped in. "Isn't that.