“Who are you?”She takes deep breaths --“Three. Two. One.”-- and banishes that unwanted feeling to the pit of her stomach. The stranger is now ...er.“Damn good.”She throws open the door and strides into the party to hunt for her pleasures. The guys she passed on the steps earlier now turn their heads unapologetically with obvious, appreciative leers.“Holy fuck!” Patsy greets her again. “Is that my little sister under that layer of hotness? What did you do with the bookworm? You’re going to look. Now that was a piss off. As I ordered the troops still with us to report to their stations, I headed off to find Nimue and to learn what the fuck was happening.I found Nimue on the wall facing the promontory and the escarpment beyond it. She was in armour and she was giving orders. On seeing me, a smile of relief crossed her face."You're back," Nimue blurted out, stating the obvious. "Thank the Elders for that. We're in real trouble."I soon learned that a small army had shown up on the. She climbed out of my car. I sighed, grabbed the second cardboard drink tray with the rest of the Blizzards, and got out. I didn't even have a DQ uniform. I was shocked no one in the family had commented on that. The security light on the garage blazed on as we walked to the front door, flooding us with light. A second light on the porch lit up moments later as we neared. The living room lights were on, but the curtains were pulled tight.“Ooh, we're going to watch our movie while Clint fucks. He leans back in his chair. A relatively well dressed man or woman sits nervously across and talks; guardedly with arms and legs crossed; forced pleasant smile. The interviewer speaks occasionally; the nervous interviewee does most of the talking? I'm guessing.Today I feel something different. My normal spot near the front door and by the window is taken. I cannot watch the people entering and leaving. I look around the room and spot her. What the fuck is it about her that is so intriguing?I.