Tony tried to conjure up a burning hatred for his mother, but in spite of his thoughts, he couldn't seem to make himself loathe her the way he had don... after she'd deserted he and his father, after his Dad had died in that auto crash. He kept remembering the pain and suffering that had been mirrored on her face when he'd first seen her yesterday afternoon, the beseeching way she'd looked at him, and how his heart had gone out to her and then he kept seeing her with her legs locked high up. It had to be adeath shot. You know that, Marisa: it had to stop him so cold that hecouldn't even cry out." You're a pretty good archer. It's good you brought a bow and not a gun." I did have a gun, but I couldn't afford to make the noise. As for thebow, I try to keep all my skills up. I'm in her army remember?" He spoke,not with the pride of the warrior but with the sarcasm of the spy. "Ireally prefer to use my skills and my strength for right reasons. Huntinghas been one. This was another, but. Her husband Gerd had sent me the usual, telling me about how his wife was curious about having sex with women and he'd be thrilled if I was on board with her. I told him I'd be thrilled if she would contact me herself and not have him handle all her communication, thinking I'd never hear from them again when a day later I got an email."Hello," it read. "My husband already wrote you about me, so I'm just writing back to say I really like your stories and am curious about female on female. Please. But that was because before today, he'd never really seen himself as alone. He'd had someone to watch over him, and while he'd never admitted it to his brother, Oliver got through most of his nightmares, waking or otherwise, by labeling David the thing that his nightmares were afraid of.But now David wasn't there, and something was wrong. Very wrong, Oliver determined as he stood in the middle of a half empty room, fingering what used to be the lens of David's camera. This wasn't how things.