Her dress had ben exchanged for a tight fullbody black rubberdress, covering her entire body except her face, an 5 inch plateauboots with laces in fro...t of them, wearing sunglasse against the sharp glaring light.Her bodylanguage spoke strictness and harshness.Michael didn't notice, he still was deep in his feelings. She spoke up, strong voice, the harshness of it, reflecting her bodylanguage."you pig, you miserable dog, you piece of shit, you have cheated me for the last time again, and i can. As I said, I am fine, and nobody else got shot. Yeah, I killed them. I asked them both about compensation, but they went for their guns, despite me having my weapon out already. Honestly, I am glad they gave me the excuse; I don't think they deserved to live." No, they didn't. Thank you, Jake."Will you help me with the hands? With the horses and the money I think I can make the ranch work, but I don't want anybody thinking they can take advantage of me." Huh! You and Dora think alike. She. While reaching for his canteen, he discovered his pistol still in its holster. Knowing he still had the .38 Special made him feel better. The VC seldom took prisoners and when they did, they were always tortured to death. Checking over his body for wounds, Mark felt something warm and wet around his groin. His growing sense of panic passed when he discovered it was only urine, not blood. The blast had caught him from the waist up. There were tiny pieces of metal and gravel in his arms, chest,. “I would say that, since Chels did much of what I planned to do, I wish for wealth ... extreme wealth for Nicky, Dave, Chels ... and me, of course. All of us to be obscenely rich. Period. That’s my first wish. The other wishes are priority, but having run through them, through the needs, it’s time for the wants, you know. The luxuries. The extras,” Monica told us all.“Done ... you’ll all be richer than Rockefeller by the end of the day, trust me. What next?” Satan inquired of Monica.