What he heard next really angered him.“Damn you, idiots, I told you not to kill the little brat, we could have gotten good gold for that one.”A vo...ce from another tent yelled back, “She kept getting loose from the ropes and bit me, she wasn’t worth the trouble.”Andrew noted the location of the hidden man and watched as the one from the main tent headed towards what must have been his own. Andrew waited and watched, growing sicker in the stomach each second as the man picked up the corpse and. “Haven’t decided. You?”“Pretty busy. Think I should start the D here?”A dare hit her, but not too much of one. “You know, I’ve got a poster idea, sort of one anyway.” Did boys know about page 602 as well, she wondered.“Like?”“Like putting something on the poster that might be a number, but might just be a design.”Geoffrey was concentrating on his D. “Why a number?”“To see if we can, like how ‘bout,” she decided to say it, “six-o-two.”Geoffrey looked up from his felt pen. She knew that he caught. ”Toby thought for a moment. “What about the guy who plays tight end. Stratford, I think.”“Ha! Tight end. They should call him loose end. That guy only wants to get fucked. He can’t cum without something rammed up his ass.”Toby didn’t know whether to believe that or not, but he didn’t say so.“So, who then? You said a couple. Come on, tell me.”“Well,” drawled out Ryan, “I’ll tell you this. There was a guy who was on the team, but not anymore. He was the smallest teammate we ever had, but he was. "Hello, Marissa? I want you to pack a bag. You and Mom and I are going to Hampton for the weekend." But, Cherie, the library..." Get someone to cover for you. I want you with me. It's been almost three days." I know. I've missed you so." Then pack a bag. We'll pick you up in an hour."Marissa knew this was unwise. Could she hide her feelings for Cherie from Lynette? Could or would Cherie hide her feelings from her mother? What should she pack? How would she be able to get someone to fill in for.