"Do you remember the guy who killed Inigo Montoya's father?" I asked."The six-fingered man? Count Rugen?" Six fingers?" That didn't make sense; I only...had five."Yeah. Domingo Montoya was a swordsmith. He made a sword for this Count Rugen and ended up dead. 'My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.'"I flinched."You okay, Rick?" Andy asked."I'm fine," I answered quickly. "You got any games about sword fighting?" Oh, yeah. You never played Duellum?" I don't think I've even. The living room was full of photos on the wall,typical for an older lady but most were of a young blonde girl posing on professional pictures,some had her with just a blanket hiding her body,it was hard to see proper as i was walking through but it seemed a very well kept flat.As i was working away she didnt stop talking and a couple of times she was bending down fussing about fluff on her floor and i got a superb view of her tits overflowing in her badly fitting bra,i knew i shouldn`t. ”By the end of our shopping time, Natalie had decided on two very pretty, moderately priced lacquer boxes. I’d bought a more expensive pair for Kara and Jessica, and smaller gifts for the kids, including «матрёшка» for Jesse and Birgit. For him, it was a religious set, for her, it was a traditional peasant set. For Stephie, I found a lacquered rabbit toy, and I’d picked up other appropriate gifts for the rest of the kids.We arrived back at the bus ten minutes before we were to depart, exactly. I want to try some of the guys who grew up playing soccer. I saw a couple of them the other day while we were driving around, and they could kick a soccer ball fifty yards right to someone. I just wanted to see if they could do the same thing with a football,” I explained. I hadn’t really seen anyone. There had been a point in the game Friday that a longer-ranged field goal kicker would have come in handy.“Fine, just don’t take up too much time, you’re even later for practice now,” he grumbled.