”“Soft-tipped arrows?” Simmons asked, examining it more closely. He reached out and squashed the tip between his fingers. “Works for me. So, y...ur guys can use these arrows, and we’ll use the laser sights on our XMRs. There’s no way to make a railgun fire slow enough that it won’t be lethal, but if your guys see a green laser pointer on them, it means they have to play dead.”The Patriarch grinned, exposing his sharp teeth, Simmons returning the smile.“This, I like,” Bozka said. “Proving. Now I asked to sit in chair and me standing near you asked how long is your penis …you get shocked…it s 8 inches…Oh lovely,,,show me first…I unzip your pant my self and when I do that my boobs get hot by your hand twice or thrice…My husband was seeing all this..now u do not want my husband so u showed your fingers towards him…I am having your zipper in my hand said no problem he will be here,,,but u said no I don’t want him…SO I said hey dog get out…my husband do not want to go as eh knows any. I heard the screech as a vehiclesuddenly hit its brakes. I halted my run. That's it, I thought with atired resignation, I'm busted. My smoker's lungs began to constrict. Somuch for pre-emptive-ness. I looked down at the road and something verydifferent then a police car.The car was as black as the night, and looked like a foreign sports car.The driver's door opened not outwards, but swung upwards towards thefront, and a girl that looked all of fourteen got out. She was wearingsomething straight. Nevertheless, I was grateful to them. I had left with the final words from the headmistress going round and round in my head: "Take care, Victoria, and good luck. You are a strong woman and I hope that what you have learned here will stand you in good stead for your future." I thanked her and promised I would write when I could. That was yesterday afternoon and now my train was crawling slowly through the London suburbs as it approached it's final halt in Euston. It was a fine morning, the sun.