“That’s pretty much it, Ramsey. A bunch of unmanned tin cans shooting at each other until there were none left standing. End of war. No winners.�...“That’s not much of a story. I need to fill twenty column inches for tomorrow morning’s paper. They expect in-depth reporting. Isn’t there anything else you can give me?” I flipped my pencil around through my fingers. I seldom wrote with it but had figured out how to type while still holding a pencil. It made me feel like a real reporter.“Geez, Ramsey!. .. on the beach ... Fort Lauderdale.”“Fuck yeah?”“Fuckin’ A.”“I’m bringing friends with,” I said. “There’ll be three of us.”“Who?”“Hilda Gill...”“Hilda ... Hilda of the bounteous boobs?” Bobby said, “You wouldn’t shit me? I been in lust with her since she was 12.”“She’s too tall for you, Bobby.”“Yeah, yeah yeah ... everybody says that. Who else?”“Bethanne Mock.”Bobby did the nose and milk thing.When things cleared up and he cleared his sinuses, he said, “Excuse me ... you said Bethanne Mock?”I. "Breezus has made his wishes clear. Still, I don't think it means you should let the loner become leader of our Calak," she said."Do not worry about that. He will not win. I guess I will just let him try as long as he wants to, and do my best not to hurt him. I can't afford to have him limp to his mating," I said, and it made her laugh.Finally things settled down enough for breakfast to take place. I even tried to restrain myself to keep from being stuffed during the fight.Things were pretty. Did you need help?' Mark asked, meeting her eyes for the first time. He tried not seem nervous, or inappropriate. Mark had already decided to act like he didn't see anything, much. 'You ah... I saw your scrapes along your back and arms. You won't be able to reach those'. When he had opened the door on her, it was only a few seconds before she grabbed her towel. But, the image of her plump little ass pointing up at him, her toned thighs, and a hint of pink between her legs. He shook his head,.