That day, my only Stirpe was Emma. Today, I focused on Greta.Instantly, I was looking at a corner of the kitchen. I could just make out an outline of ...omeone squatting on the cabinets. It was Greta, using some form of camouflage spell, and watching the room where I was with the invaders and hostages.I nodded to Rho. “I found her. She’s aware of what’s going on.”“Good,” Rho said. “After we leave here, you should send her a mental instruction to take out any of the invaders who do not accompany. “Gotcha!” he yelled as she crashed to the ground again, this time with Tony on top of her.Wrestling the naked girl around so that her back was pressed against the damp earth, Tony slammed her shoulders down and held her, looking down at her naked breasts and heaving belly with sheer victory.“This one’s Tara!” he exclaimed, breathing heavily from his exertion.“You can tell?” Ric asked, raising his eyebrows. “What’s the difference?”Tony laughed, still breathing hard. “I train Phoenix girls! I can. This time Dyed Annie was in a different mood."Get in, chick," she said thickly, "and let's go give those fuckers the fuck of their lives."Jan nodded, happy now to be treated with this kind of familiarity, for she could understand talking about fucking. Talking about not fucking made her uncomfortable."I'm ready for anything," Jan said, guiding her dog into the back seat once more."What's the dog for?" Dyed Annie asked as she clumsily turned the car around and headed for the bar."I'm going to. .I mean Snapple!” Mrs. Bresh gave me a bemused look and adjusted her top. I felt a foot brush against my shin. I knew that it wasn't my mother's because she was getting my drink. The foot lingered there, seemingly waiting for me to move. Then it moved slowly up my shin to my thigh. The toes flexed against my muscular thigh. I looked at Mrs. Bresh who was looking at my mother. She adjusted her chair without moving her foot away from my thigh. She leaned slightly over the table affording me a.