After kicking him a few more times he just laid there. All this time Sarah just screamed and cried, yanking at the sheet to cover her naked body. I ha... gotten Joe’s blood on my shirt and a few drops on my jeans, so I reached into the closet to get a clean shirt. I jumped when Sarah screamed out, ‘Ray! Please, don’t kill us! Please! I’ll do anything!’ I kept my shotgun and rifle in the closet, so I guess she thought that was what I was going after. Hell, it had its appeal but they weren’t worth. 
There were five women in the group: first was Angela, probably the only one who deserved to be there. She was the son of a hunter, and had been raised to be more dangerous than half of the men who had actually been chosen to go to war. Her personality also tended to spit out just about as much aggression as she wasn’t allowed to show to the enemy in battle. There was Rose. Rose absolutely didn’t deserve to be in this group. She was the daughter of a farmer. She had no fighting abilities. " Lyn shrugged. "She's just ... naive, I guess." I'm not naive." Sandy could have kicked Lyn, but fortunately Tribune Whitefeather at the start of the meal had placed himself between the two ladies – pulling rank to do so.The men merely smiled as Lyn contradicted her. "And who thought the pick-up was just a re-enactment for the camera?" Lyn demanded.Sandy pondered glumly for a moment before conceding with a scowl, "OK, so I'm naive." Aggressively, she pointed her finger at her partner. "But I'm. " Leta had never used a video camera before, but luckily it was idiot-proof. She was able to narrow down the view finder to crop out any accidental documentation of her child's wetness in the front of his pajama's. She was a good mother to be so diligent in such regards.Michael's next package was heavy enough to be the solid steel constraining devices and leather wear that would be so much fun to use on his mother. He hoped Santa had got the sizes right. Mom had quite a slender neck, so Michael.