", he grumbled. "We're alive buddy. Even if we're women...we're alive.", he sighedwhile racing towards the hospital. Part 5 Maxwell Walton screech his...car to a halt in front of the emergencyroom. Ben had already carried the buxom blonde rookie to a waitingstretcher, her wounds so severe that the doctors wasted no time inracing her into surgery. Max watched all this then became aware that a man was......watchinghim. He looked down with a frown, the jacket was all she had to wear,and it didn't. "I don't get sick," he replied."Must be nice," she said. "What kind of gloves are those?" Sparring gloves. Come on, it's cold out here."Scott jogged back to the door and held it for her as she pushed the bike inside. She followed him to the gym.He held up his fists. "Sparring gloves for the heavy bag. Heavy bag meet Taylor, Taylor meet heavy bag." Show me what you do."He threw a combo and flowed into a series of strikes, varying his pattern of attack. He worked the bag, always on the move,. � We worked the evening shift in a medical center and on quite nights we had little more to do that sit and watch TV for a couple of hours towards in the end of the evening. She talked openly about her marriage and it was clear she wasn’t being sexually satisfied. She married a guy twice her age, which might have been good, but he was, she discovered, almost totally inexperienced sexually which when matched with her inexperience (she’d made love to one other guy) was not a good mix. I always. But ... which one? Go on, see if you can figure it out. Make your choice. Make your kill. I just want to observe ... and admire.”I didn’t say anything to that. “Am I to take your silence as acceptance? Then you know where we stand. Make your kill, and we’re square. Repayment of your debt is but a discreet knife thrust away.”I could tell by her posture that the woman from the Dark Brotherhood was in no hurry. She was lounging against the wall, as comfortable as she could be. I turned my back to.