The trip would be quiet, so I could try to sleep.I closed my eyes and felt the train starting to move slowly. The soft purring of the wheels on the ra...ls and the slight jolts hypnotized me, and I began to glide gently towards sleep.It was at this moment that the door of my car opened with a hiss. I opened an eye, out of curiosity, and I saw from the corner of it a pair of tapered legs that protruded from a black miniskirt. They advanced to my height and sat on the other side of the aisle. I. Jack called the Jeep dealer."Jeep." said the receptionist, "How may I direct your call?" The owner, please." Who may I say is calling?" John Flintkote," said Jack."One moment please." Arthur Carlbury. What can I do for you, Mr. Flintkote?" Mr. Carlbury..." Art, please." Only if you call me Jack." Certainly. What can I do for you, Jack?" Art, this might be way out of line, but I need new beds ... frames and all." I have your card number, how many and what size?" There's a bed called California. " How stupid can you be? What kind of daughter have we raised? She fucks half the men in town and doesn't make a dime off them." But, Daddy..." Shut up whore! Now finish your supper and get to bed. I've got some thinking to do." Yes, Daddy." And with that Marianne excused herself and retired to the small bedroom she had called her own for fifteen years before becoming Mrs. Cornelius Welby.Her father sat in his well-worn favorite chair in the small living room, drinking. Two plans congealed with. This sort of surprised her, because she had never feltherself that lucky, she had actually hoped the sound would cause thempause while her team started to push through the mass of Elves andslaves.She tried not to kill the slaves, since she was sure they were beingcontrolled. However, she had no forgiveness for the Dark Elves. Shenoticed that the only meat they were eating was Humanoid flesh. Besidesbeing evil, the Dark Elves were cannibals, hedonists, and slavers whoused mind control. They all.