It had been four days since my last one at a small town’s inn.According to Allard’s writ, he was supposed to take us straight away to the king, bu... since we didn’t enter the city until after nightfall, he agreed that we could stay at my house until we were summoned the following morning. He, thankfully, took all of our guards with him to the king’s barracks. Hector and Armand unloaded the carriage for me even though they too were both tired after a long journey. Each of them more than earned. And somewhere I heard it might be only in the 50s today. BRRRR!By the time I got to school, there was officer Lupis, who'd pulled over some student (again). This time it was a guy, and he just wrote something in his notebook (or whatever it was) and gave it to him. Lupis didn't have time to even get back in his car when I pulled up."Hi there, Officer. I see you're doing your duty, keeping the school parking lot safe for decent citizens."He smiled at me. Nice smile. "Yes m'am, I am. You might be. ” “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” Erin threw the tissue into the garbage can below the sink. When she walked back, she halted her steps next to me, and I could feel her eyes roaming over my body, making me feel even more uncomfortable as I had already been. “Your panties are nice.” “Thank you, Erin.” Now I was sure that she was teasing me, but even if it almost hurt physically to be polite, I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of snapping at her. “But they are completely wet at the front!” I. "What if we gave them misinformation instead?" Misinformation?" Browning said, appalled. "You mean lie to the media?" We've been lying to the media the entire time," Wilde reminded. "They still think we've only lost a thousand soldiers in this conflict. They still think Martian suicide crews killed our Panamas. Why don't we just tell them we're going to be attacking New Pittsburgh or Libby instead?" That's a different kind of lie," Browning said. "The suicide attacks and the casualty figures.