How big does a boat have to be for it to be called a yacht?”“How in the world would I know?”“And he’s only 25.”“Only 25? You’re 16!”...he two girls were at Tiffany Mansfield’s computer, logged into MateMatchers.com. Using a photo of her older sister and the made-up name of Kathy, Tiffany had created a totally fictitious profile and was trolling for men. She always got a kick out of pushing the envelope. When she rode her bike into town, her miniskirt was hiked up so her panties showed as she. I scan the neighbouring houses and there seems nothing is going on, but then, by chance, I catch movement in the corner of my eye. It is in the bedroom of a woman called Jean, she is in her mid-sixties and recently retired from work. She is an active but plump woman, with grey hair and glasses. She is very keen on gardening and often stops to talk to me outside the house when she passes by. Her curtains are open but no lights on. However, by now there is enough daylight to see what is going on.. “I know, Master. That’s what makes you so wonderful.”He gave her a self-conscious smile. “Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. I think it’s time to go to bed, but we’ll ask the girls for their help first thing tomorrow morning.”Rising from the bed, he offered both girls a hand. They shared a brief hug, before Alyssa pulled away to collect the clothing they’d hastily discarded earlier. As they walked towards the door, Faye appeared in a bright flash of purple.“Hello! I wondered if I. The Amran soldiers gathered around the dead soccer ball as if mourning the passing of a dear friend. It was obvious that every shot fired had hit the ball. There were even little shreds of it scattered on the beach. Shooting their soccer ball was viewed as an act of war. The soldiers were angry, particularly the owner of the soccer ball.It was unfortunate that the soldiers involved did not realize the significance of what had just happened. They were too focused on the ball to think about how.