We both knew Wendt had killed him. I glanced across theaisle to where the policeman sat in his dress uniform, head bowed, lookinggenuinely sad. But th...n why wouldn't he? In a small village like thiswhere everyone knew everyone else he would have known him since Franz wasa boy, watched him grow into the young man he became, the young man he hadkilled in order to save Mark Benton and me from the tender mercies of theGestapo.Wendt hated the Nazis enough to work with us and act as London's. She looked at it, tipped her head to one side and sighed. Tears welled up once more as she looked at it.The mirror was the place she had told him that she was pregnant. She couldn’t have been happier when she turned, looked into his eyes and said those fateful words.She remembered that Robert never seemed as pleased as she was. Yes, he had said how wonderful it was, and he had said how much he loved the idea.But he didn’t, did he?It took him almost three weeks before he changed his mind. But, The Fickle Whore I refer to up above is not one of my girls, or even a friend of mine. No, I refer to her as the Goddess of Perfection, or whatever the hell you want to call her.I have spent and continue to spend large amounts of my sanity, and untold hundreds of hours, not to mention blood, sweat, and tears in trying to coax what I need from her.What am I rambling about? My music, what else?Basically I’m chasing perfection, in a highly imperfect environment, as I said above.Is it lack of. He pulled her to the bed with him and lay with her, temporarily satiated. He didn’t remember ever wanting someone so badly. Dane suspected it was partially because she was in a position to not possibly deny him, and that excited him even more. What Dane wanted, he usually got. Dane and Mandy dozed a bit, and Mandy awoke first. She looked at his firm body as he lay on his stomach, his toned back and buttocks. A fine specimen of a man, she thought to herself. Lazily, she ran her foot over the.