I could turn around, walk out, go home to my loving husband and wonderful family and no one would be any the wiser. Just walk away and forget this si...ly game once and for all', she said silently to herself. But as she was saying these words to herself, she leaned against the wall, lifted her foot and slid off her sling back heels. She could leave. She wasn't going to though...Sitting on the chair, she slid her feet into the boots and zipped them up slowly. She caught a glimpse of herself in. "Oh, shit," Kayla said, hissing in a breath when she saw the result of the multiple full-power pulse rifle hits. The trunk of the big oak where the two snipers had hidden looked like a bomb had gone off in it, and the remains of the mercenaries were virtually unrecognizable as having ever been human. The largest piece she saw appeared to be about two-thirds of a chest. She made sure her mike was off as she took deep breaths to try and settle her stomach's reaction to the sight and stench. Too. “Mmm! That’s nice. Daddy is that you?”“Umm hmm.” Fred started to slide out of the pile.“Well keep it up!”“Sorry, Hon. Mei Ling and I need to get ready for work. You can stay and cuddle or keep me company in the shower.”“Umm, shower. Then cuddle some more. I bet I can find someone to satisfy me.”“Hmm, have you ever done it standing in a shower with a man twice your size?”Tuesday Evening“Hello, Candace, Kim. May I introduce you to Miranda, a family friend, Carol, Sarah’s college roommate and this. Bringing the distressed teenagers in had been carried out effortlessly. The reporter called his editor to talk to Lydia, and that was her first contact with Kevin Bishop. Kevin told her the surf club was on the eve of its annual call for public donations to assist financing its operations and a heroic rescue had come with perfect timing. Lydia relented and next morning the Douglas Daily had a big front page photo of the four young women and the two mothers and a screaming headline, ‘Heroic.