I’m old enough to be the father of most of these kids,” he said to her ear over the loud music.“This is a place for you to feel me a lot,” she...replied, changing his words around and boldly guiding his hand inside the low opening of her sexy dress.Their drink order was taken, and Dan was surprised at the lower-priced drinks. “I notice you’re dressed perfectly for the occasion,” he noted of the mostly women crowd.“Checking out the women, are you?” She kidded him.“I’ve always been a people. He ran effortlessly after the grandad carrying his 'free gift'. He set her lightly down at the feet of the grandad and trotted beside him, holding Lacie firmly by the hand. Lacie could hear grandad muttering, "Oh, my ears and whiskers. Oh, my pubes and privates. Look at my two pretty sweetmeats. What fun when we get home. My little lovelies."But it was not to be. Lacie felt a heavy grip on her shoulder; an even heavier blow had sent her captor to the floor, and the Siamese girl ran off to her. "Raven? I almost didn't recognize you. What brings you back?" Pardon me sir," Gregg stuttered. "I think you must have her confused with someone else."The man gave Gregg a look that summed up just how little he thought of him before returning his gaze back to Heather. "You cost me a lot of money Raven. You seem to be doing quite well for yourself, I'd say. What, did you abandon me in my hour of need to start turning tricks?"Gregg eyed the man warily — who did this asshole think he was calling. I have to admit that I was pleased to see that the wolves had managed to wound the orlan. The orange blood drops did mark the snow for a while, but I was not sure what that meant. I did hope that meant that the orlan was mortally wounded, but I sincerely doubted that. That did bring up the interesting thought of how many wolves would it take to kill the orlan?I did begin to think that the orlan might be badly hurt because we did spot occasional spots of orange blood on the snow. Well, at least.