Desmond picked up the sound of a girl's voice laughing in mock protest and shouting,"You are getting me wet, Jason. Stop it now or I will tell the eld...rs you are harassing the girls sent to wash the sheets downstream. My girls are working and not looking to swim or play with you or your buddies."It sounded so benign that Desmond ordered the others up to the vantage point and they silently filed up closer to see what was going on in the basin at the bottom of the stream. Jimbo was the least. " I surely do," she said. "So tell me about the battle for Eden. How are we doing on the main line? I understand you've wiped out their artillery and their supplies but you're also down five hundred tanks. Will we hold? Can we hold?"Jackson sighed, a little of the strain he was under showing in his face. "They can push through our lines," he said. "If the person directing them up there — I'm inclined to think it isn't really Browning since he's a blithering idiot — if he's even halfway. Turning, we retraced our steps for about twenty minutes along the rivertrack back home … Usually Bill would bark out a greeting to us but I noticed with surprise that he was no longer still tied up in the yard as we went in the gate, but was not on the chain.I wondered why, he had been there when we left and wherever he was, even inside the cottage he invariably greeted friend or foe with his many different barks, Aunt Meg would almost converse with him when she heard the gate catch… “Whoszat?”. Not really the 'sit down and work' type of person. I need to be able to move around and get physical." What, like a stripper?" Dawn said just as Faith was taking a drink of Dr Pepper, which ended up soaking Dawn's blouse as Faith spewed."Wh... what?!" Faith coughed."You said you need to move around and get physical… like a stripper." No way! That's not me, either. Not exactly an exhibitionist, ya know? I meant something more like a wrestler, or a boxer. Something I can work off a sweat with.".