This morning, in the light of a new day, would Michael be mad at her?Jen had been looking out the window, and when she looked back she saw Michael sta...ing at her."Are you okay?" she asked.He kissed her. "I love you." You're okay with yesterday? With what I did?"Michael looked surprised. "Of course I'm okay. It was the most exciting thing you've ever done."Jen was so relieved."So — should I call him?" Call him?" Yeah. Remember? You told me Gerard wanted me to call him, when we were ready to take. "Do I need to? It's not cold, I can go without. I mean, I was barefoottoday and it was fine." It's not a matter of warmth but of hygiene," she replied."Can't I at least wear cotton socks?" I asked."You think, for the past week, that I'd be wearing nylons if I had cottonsocks?" she said, "they're in the lost boxes." But I've seen you wear shoes without them," I complained."Those were sandals," she replied patiently, "if you think you can findany, good luck. Most of them are with the cotton. He swung a blood-stained war hammer with killing intent. The man’s eyes were wide and his lips drawn, his feral grin mirroring Rael’s own, the grin of one overjoyed to at last face a glorious death. Rael moved with the man, his body turning and spinning as the barbarian hammered at him relentlessly. The power behind each blow would have been enough to shatter Rael’s bone, pulverize his muscle and crush his heart in his chest if any had been able to find him. But Rael moved with speed surprising. Then Stacey came down the stairs dressed in a long t-shirt and shorts, and looking like a normal teenager again, not a hot naughty sex pot."I think we have a problem" I said looking over at her."What is it?" she asked moving to the sofa and sitting beside me."Do you know pervert Barry, that fat hairy creep down the Red Lion?" I asked"Yeah, kind of" she replied"He saw us on the internet" I said."Well, yeah" replied Stacey "That's what the cameras for" You did it deliberately?" I asked in.