Um,” I said. I had forgotten the name. “Featherstone. That’s it. Jordan Featherstone went on the radio this morning and made a few unflattering ...omments about you three.”“Who?” Melissa asked.“Jordan Featherstone,” I said. “It might be Featherbridge ... or maybe Stonebridge.”“No help,” Conny said.“Is it a guy or a girl?” Liz wondered.“Don’t know,” I said. ‘Nashville Variety’ is calling looking for a comment.”“Well, what did he ... or she ... say?” Conny wondered.“I don’t remember the exact. I normally sat up the back of the room with Bill’s lab assistant Brent Benson, who we all called ‘Benno’ (pronounced ‘Ben-O’), but on this day I sat down next to Angie and chatted with her. Our chat was very brief though and she was only able to get around to telling me how she was a new student studying under Dr Pritchard before other members of the lab started to arrive, making plenty of noise and interrupting our conversation. Benno raised his eyebrows when he saw me sitting at the table. I immediately jumped up and began running along the river bank to meet my men. I hadn’t gotten more than four or five strides when a thunder of hooves galloped down the road and onto the bridge, as the lancers charged the mob. Four men abreast, the column of lancers rode like demons full of black fury.While the Wolves slaughtered the startled men on the hill, the charging lancers dipped their weapons and plowed into the mob that had skidded to a stop. The resolute charge with powerful horses. She knew she was supposed to enjoy it, and occasionally it troubled her that it didn’t really, but she understood, not least from Fatima’s enthusiasm and the films she’d seen with Susan that fucking with a penis was what most women actually preferred. ‘Have you got a dildo I can use?’ She asked Fluff politely. ‘Have I got a fucking dildo?’ Snorted Fluff. ‘What do you fucking think I am?’ She clambered over the sheets of the bed in which the two girls had been lying, her taut slim buttocks.