My brain knew but my heart did not want to listen. Isn’t that the way with love? Our brains scream out the answer but our heart just doesn’t liste..., or simply explains things away? The last piece of evidence, and the one that was nearly a signed confession, was the pretty black thigh-high stocking I found under the bed. Funny thing, I didn’t even know she had them let alone ever see her wear them. No, but wait, there’s more as the infomercials say. The black hold-ups had a curious white crust. With a resigned sigh he turned back tocaptain Oak, who had started on another rant."...and besides that, who will hire a good, reliable human guard whenthere's a dwarf there, saying he'll do the same job for less pay becauseit's 'honorable' or some hogwash..."Ravenshield found his thoughts drift off again. He thought of the greatluck he had had obtaining the new items for his collection. He thoughtabout the stern, taciturn half-elf bodyguard. He thought of his wife,temporarily inconvenienced. "Curiously, even Dr. Vargas was not aware of the scale of the orgy he had inadvertently incited. Dr. Vargas, having contributed as much semen to the purpose of profligate procreation as prudently possible, attempted to extricate himself from the bookstore with his clothes on -- fighting off a gaggle of suburban matrons caught up in the frenzy. At that moment, however, the manager of the bookstore was moved to begin reading from her favorite passages of "Judith and Me" on the bookstore's public. Using four pans and two kliegs, he lighted the corner in subdued blue. Then he set up his most powerful bird's eye. He placed a portable radio he'd brought down from his apartment as the test product on a small table and concentrated the white spot on it tightly. The damned bird's eye tended to bleed back on the wall and Scott borrowed a ladder from the storage room next door to raise the bird's eye as high as he could.The result was far from perfect, but it was the best he could do with the.