"How much?" He with us?" the smithy asked Captain Frederick."Maybe," said the big man with a trace of a smile."Shit on maybe, mister," the smith said,...suddenly angry and showing me the size of his fist. It was about as big as a dray horse's hoof and looked nearly as hard."I'm a Continental," I said, "Maryland Line." All right then," the smith said, "so why'n't y'give us them muskets, and I'll do the farrier work for nought." That's no bargain," I said. "Muskets are worth a pound a piece easy.". Fuck!” I growled, my blood pressure rising. “I gotta go. Talk to you later.” I disconnected, barely stopping myself from throwing the phone across the room.FUCK!The phone rang again and it was Stacy, calling back. I sent it to voicemail, and the next two calls as well. I could not talk to her right now, not and remain civil.I made it to dinner before I got another call, the phone vibrating silently in my pocket. I ignored it, not even bothering to look. Then the house phone rang and, before I. “I don’t know what you could possibly mean”, Lupson replied in a taunting tone. “Is something the matter?”I heard the pounding footsteps of two big guys in dark suits approaching between the dining tables as Ewan intervened, “In a few minutes time the police are going to descend on this school to do a room by room search. If any of you gentlemen want to reconsider your allegiances, I suggest you do it quickly, because we will throw the book at anyone who’s broken the law. And I don’t just mean. Uuuhhh..." The chanting continued though muffled from the thick glass wall panel separating Diana from the heated outside pool. She had worked hard to regain her shape again and was proud of the results. After delivery of her fourth child she had settled into a regime and the natural energy expenditure needed to care for a baby and three toddlers. Again, there were was barely even a hint of stretch marks, as her belly snapped back to its silky smooth flat firmness that drove Ben insane with.