He hated scientific attempts at improving durability or run proofing stockings. They looked like deflated balloons and were often rought and scratchy ...o the touch. How absurd he thought. Why not just leave well enough alone. He supposed that women were fed up with the constant cost of replacing snagged and run stockings. Ironically, that was one of the ways he consistently kept his collection growing.The world of nylon hosiery was changing as fast as the rest of the world around him in the late. This new emotion, mixed with an awareness of his own physical arousal suddenly snapped the last ounce of restraint in the big animal's frustrated mind. He began to bark loudly and angrily. If he could have gotten into the rest of the house he probably could not have been restrained from tearing Hank apart. It was as if a hated rival were infringing on a proud wild animal's domain, ravaging his jealously guarded mate before his very eyes.The enraged German shepherd barked and barked, stopping. I’ve been lucky. Jenna stays here when she’s in the area, it’s been good for business. I guess we’ll always love each other. Yeah, I’ve been lucky, real lucky. Now let me tell you about my place. The name “The Red Penguin”, like I said, comes from the first movie we made together. It was the name of Johnnie Castro’s place, a nightclub in the late ‘30’s. Johnnie was a gangster like tough-guy with a heart. Jenna played his girlfriend, “Peaches McCall”, a street smart half-tramp/part-lady who. . 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1 ... now,” a sergeant said.Everyone looked out and watched a blast of light as the device detected the explosion and fired its pulse through its emitters. The two energies collided in less than half a second and they all watched as the blast vanished. It had been completely neutralised leaving nothing but a scorch mark on the ground.“Calculating blast radius...” one technician said as the satellite watching it zoomed down to the area.“Well?” Lyman asked as his.