A real good friend, as a matter of fact. Probably better than you might think." Huh? I don't understand what you mean," Kate said, screwing up her fre...kled nose in a way that May found quite attractive."Well, let's just say I know her in a different way than you do," May said, still evasive, enjoying her first chance to give Kate a good looking-over from up close. She liked what she saw."Well, all I know is that she sure is hard on Vikki," Kate said with a conspiratorial half-whisper, looking. My perspective was that the female recruits were a lot less inclined to take a silly risk like the male recruits and the safety records would easily confirm that point of view. For some reason, I seemed to perform exceptionally well in the "rapid fire" part of the testing and a number of the trainers would cluster behind me with binoculars to confirm that my groupings were tight and accurate. I wanted to explain it came from years of following my father out into the wilderness to find food for. "Oh my god, do you know what? I don't even know your name?" I turned to see her standing there in the doorway, and she had let her hair down & taken her glasses off, she was stunning. I realised I was supposed to speak & answer her question, and I stared at her for what seemed so much more than it was "Oh sorry, my name is Steve". She walked over to the sofa and sat with me, sipping her coffee."Steve? That's a fitting name you look like a Steve or Steffanie if you were a girl, yes that fits",. A week later:Clarissa lay on her bed. She had just woken up from her sleep. After her ordeal, she had trouble sleeping because of the nightmares. She was released from the hospital 3 days ago. She was rescued by the police. She heard from them that the Larson Brothers were her kidnappers and violators. They were after the galleon paintings of Mr. Russel, who passed away a month ago. Mike, who was the late man’s resident mechanic, stumbled upon the old man’s diary and read it. It turned out that.