Where is your husband?” he had asked. “I no longer have a husband” I told him but not too sadly. “He is no longer with us.” He understood af...er I told him how. We had decided to leave a couple days later. When it was time, I asked around where the Marshall was and a man pointed him out. “That is him?” I exclaimed. The man confirmed that it was indeed him. He had cleaned up. He had cut his hair short and shaved off his rather ugly looking beard as well, and he put on all new and freshly pressed. I looked around, confused. Bars weren't really my kind of place, being all loud and social, but I promised my friend, Abby, to drive her home once she was thoroughly intoxicated. Through her slightly slurred words I heard an Irish, no, an English accent."Me?" I asked."Yeah, you, come here," she beckoned at me. Getting a closer looks at her, I admired her body. She was wearing such a cute blue dress that showed off her clearly toned, milk-colored legs. She had a great body, not too thin, but she. He had a thought run through his head that made him shiver, if these dumb cunts ever got together it would be a bloody ass fight.He put those thoughts behind him and entered the office with a greeting to Kay. He said hello my love, are you ready for some love from your love daddy. Raymond was 18 years older than Kay who had just turned nineteen, so he had become her love daddy. Kay jumps into his arms and gives him a long burning wet kiss. They make out till their juices are boiling, at this. Both my parents are dead now and I hoped you'd take mefor the hostages." "Never mind. I will tell you that there are no hostages." Thescientist glared. "It was all a ruse to trap and dispose of my greatestfoe. But I can't let you follow in your dad's footsteps." "This is what I get for using a voice changer to call the airport andhave them get a private plane ready for me." Mark thought as herealized that pretending to be his late dad was a bad idea."I was going to turn your dad into a.