He had the bearing of a marine gone to seed. He fought to stand straight, while supporting fifty extra pounds and probably some back pain. He was a ve...y unpleasant looking man. I wasn’t going to enjoy killing him, but if I convinced myself that if he killed Lucy, I could for sure kill him. Shooting him with the crossbow would simply be a matter of pulling the trigger which loosed the crossbow bolt. I expected the first bolt to hit him in the chest and take him off his feet. The second should. I’m just a family friend. Haven’t seen her since we were kids, so I probably wouldn’t recognize her now.’ ‘I don’t know about that,’ the waitress told him. ‘She’s the same mousy little thing she was then, really.’ ‘What?!’ Doug couldn’t hide his surprise. ‘Didn’t you say everyone knows her?’ ‘We all do! As a mousy little thing who thinks she’s Farrah Fawcett, as long as I can remember her. Pathetic, really. Ain’t nothing wrong with being a shy little bookworm, but why pretend you’re not, you. After lunch with his parents, Damon changed into his swimming shorts and headed out by the pool. After swimming a few laps, he pulled himself out of the pool, and laid down on a towel in the grass to catch some rays. 15 minutes had passed and he didn't notice when the same bikini-clad woman came out of her house and positioned herself in the same chaise lounge. She looked in Damon's direction, and a light smile escaped her lips. An hour crept by, when Damon sat up abruptly as he heard. She’d have to consider expanding her musical tastes ‘Gets to you, doesn’t it? Modern pop music is pretty much in the toilet. It’s hard to get misty eyed when you’re listening to talk about ‘bitches and hos’ or ‘busting a cap’ in someone’s head. Country music, if it works, is genuine, people writing about real life, love found and love lost, ‘Songs About Me’ as Trace Adkins so eloquently put it.’ George put his instrument away and turned back to speak to Bonnie. ‘Do you have any plans you can’t.