Good luck, Nick."He rang off.Nick sat back in his chair. "So far so good," he thought. "He appears confident in me and is supportive. I'm glad I've go... his backing if I have to call in the police."He looked at his diary for the next day's appointments. Nine o'clock George Roberts. Eleven-thirty Graham Dibbens, Managing Director Port of Liverpool. Two thirty Arthur Honey."Tomorrow sees the start of the blood-letting." He smiled grimly. "I also need to see what's going on at the port this. The waves gently caressed the beach and blue water was right up close to the edge. Tammy and I tossed our towels on a chair and dashed out the water. It was amazing. We could see our feet in the clear water as we pushed and splashed each other. Tammy was wearing a very tiny bikini that struggled to cover her breasts each time she emerged from the waves. I loved watching her. She really is a beautiful newlywed and I am the lucky SOB who married her. Life is good.Soon Tammy tired of. The thirty-six-year-old man wore a fairly expensive tan serge suit, and (the family knew) a tie under the black ministers' 'dickey'. "How could I!" Carla tried to tell him, yet again. "I haven't been a girl long enough to inequitize any girl, yet: Not even myself!" {It doesn't take much for me to lower your inhibitions,} the mouse said more to itself than Carla. "There!! See!?! She admits it!" Deborah yelled. Evy intervened: "Deborah! Uncle Daniel! I am sure this poor creature is not beyond. Chew on this piece ... yes it will be very bitter, and keep this other bit of bark for later when you again tire. This should keep us on our feet until at least dark, but when the stimulant wears off we will be but dead on our feet, so pray that we find shelter before that happens. Also, rub this river lichen all over our wounds, hard. It won't help them to heal any faster, but it will close them and reduce the bleeding and risk of infection, and hopefully also reduce the scent."Somewhat.