My reassurances onthat score are meaningless." I frown, as if this were just occurring tome, which it is more or less. "I probably shouldn't be giving...you anyideas, huh? As if I needed to. As if you aren't already way ahead of mein thinking this through. Maybe I don't want to even know what you'rethinking. You know what? I don't think I even want tea anymore. I don'tknow what I was thinking." Shut up will you?"I nod. I feel my knees buckling. I grab hold of the counter."Dammit, don't start. There was a knock on the door; Eric, Frank, and Len were there, “We are almost ready to start.”“I’m not ready yet; they will wait. Take a seat,” I said as I pointed to a chair.In the next picture the burka had started to expand like a gust of wind was under it; there signs of exit material from the back of head and the head scarf was coming off.The next was of the body disintegrating, pieces going everywhere. I didn’t need to see any more, my question was answered. Someone on the roof put a. "The sky was lightening in the east as she spoke; barely perceptible at first as Pippa dried a spot to sit on. There was little wind, and what there was was from the south-west, behind them. Pippa watched the sky lightening until, quite suddenly, there was a sliver of burning, liquid gold, showing on the horizon; she drew in a breath, more of a gasp. Cherry chuckled. "Incredible, isn't it? Gets to me every time."They sat there, silent, a little longer, then Cherry rose to her feet and dowsed. " "So am I supposed to lie to him?" I asked her, pointedly. She stood quietly, firming her resolve. "One lap-dance, and you'll give me all the copies of those pictures, and we'll never have to talk about this again. Right? That's what you've promised." We both already knew she was going to do it. But she was still waffling. "I promise. One GOOD lap-dance, and I will give you every copy of those pictures, delete them from my hard drive, and I promise that John will never hear about them from.