The guard patted Raster's shoulder, "Hope she don't hurl on you in bed, friend," said the guard, chuckling, and then moving on down the street."Good w...rk, lass," said Raster when the guard had turned a corner a ways off.Gwen stood from the corner and smiled at him. "See? I am a good thief."They started toward their home again. "That crotch grab was a good touch," said Raster. "Surprised even me with that."She giggled at him. "You getting stiff surprised me, old man, I thought you said your days. " Well don't get to attached to her, sooner or later you'll just have to take her behind the barn and put a bullet into her skull like all of the others. What do you think you'll make out of her skin? A new lampshade?" She'll do fine in my harem when I add others. She's good breeding stock and I can keep her going until she's at least fifteen or sixteen, before she gets old and tries to hoof it."Anyway ... you get the idea. Silly, but mostly harmless. Unless you have the elderly (and quite. It was very surprising considering John’s appearance. It wasn’t that he was prejudiced, but he had never met a law enforcement official that looked like John. He asked, “When did you become an FBI agent?”“About a year ago, I guess.”John thought back and realized that he couldn’t remember dates. It was odd, but time wasn’t very important to him.The lawyer finished copying down the information from the two forms of identification. He double-checked his work and then spoke.“Mr. Carter. Jed left. Off you go, you naughtyboy!"Well, I'd been sprung so there was nothing to do but carry out mother'sorders and change into my school uniform, after a quick wash in thebathroom. When I came down the stairs in my school short trousers,shirt, tie and blazer, mother gave me the usual inspection and thenhanded me an envelope. "Peter, you are to deliver this right now," shesaid. It was addressed to 'Edna Bainbridge, c/- Bainbridge Fashions,High Street' in the local High Street. I knew Mrs.