I watched her go, noting to myself to remember the way her ass looked in those tight little shorts. I’m sure you know the type. They were pink, with...white seams, that were shaped to hug her ass, but frilled out around her thighs. It was painfully clear from her shorts that she didn’t have on any underwear at least from what I could tell. Her shirt was one of those athletic t-shirts from the time, with the tight neckline and arm holes, and was tight enough that I could clearly make out her bra. It got very old, very quickly.She had been keeping half an eye out for Ben the entire time she'd been here. The moment she had mentioned this Gunny person to him, he had become more alive. If he had been a dog, his ears would have perked. That was why she knew that he would be here at the Horny Bull. Even the possibility of finding and confronting this potential threat to his turf had to be explored.It was good stuff, and would make a great article. Between Ben, his gang dominance and all the. Still, he fits what I need, when I need it..almost. Anyway, so I have two new patients to look after for the next couple of months (yes, Months! Sometimes I really hate him!). I'm expecting his office to send me the details later this week.August 17th - I got the dossiers on Chris's patients today. Maria Jenkins, 48, widowed housewife, chronic depression. 48 milligrams Wellbutrin daily. Nothing too exciting there. Just the kind of meal-ticket patient Chris would take on. But this next case, I. .. lighten. Come on!” She clapped her hands, turning and floating through the now heavily cratered suburb. Helen giggled and shot Qasim. But then, from the rubble, Squire Fireheart stepped up to her side. She put her hands on her hips, then shook her head.“So far?” she asked. “I have to say, the way you Starkers do war sucks.” She spat. “And meeting the Dark Lord is a huge disappointment.”“Welcome to Stark,” Helen said, then slapped her back.Hua sat on Qasim’s shoulder as Annie laid her hands.