Esme could smellthe food from the driveway. Around the back, the adults stayed on thepatio while the kids hung out on the lawn. Esme watched Aiden wit... hismates. Not just Misty and Ben but several others from around theneighbourhood. She watched them for a while before turning back to theadults.The neighbours all seemed friendly, but for the most part Esme stayedsilent. She was happy to let Jay field the questions about rent in NewYork ('too high'), the crime ('it's not that bad') and living. " "Oh, shut the fuck up! If I could just . . ." (and she struggled now, withlittle success, against the power of his venom) ". . . ohhhhh, I'd show you,you panty-snatching, pointy-nosed, furry-assed . . . oh, fuck!" "So," said the fox-man with a smirk, "you're not as prone to tearful surrenderas your comrades in crime. But you're still caught. Make it hard for yourselfor make it easy--it changes nothing from where I stand." "Give me back my thong!" the redhead screamed. "Not a chance," said. "If that cut is any indication then your fish has had a nasty blow to the head," he smiled at Galt. "He should recover from it at some point. Where do you suppose he came from?" No idea," Galt scratched his own scalp and looked out to sea. "Possibly thrown overboard? There are old lash marks on his back, perhaps he was taken by a press gang and had tried to make his escape." I do not know about that, his facial appearance is unlike any that I have seen," Nigel replied continuing to check him. He'd probably brag about it and blow his cover. Besides, he doesn't know we're friends."Andres laughed, "Some bodyguard you are." I'm not a bodyguard, I'm just supposed to shadow him. If the threats get more serious, which they probably will once the campaign heats up, I'll introduce myself. Until then, I can just watch him fuck his way through high school." Sounds like fun." This kid is incredible. He must get off like three times a day." Speaking of getting off, if we're going to date, we'll.