“What do you think I am?” she asked, stepping forward with a sensuous sway of her hips.“Perhaps something, or someone,” the ranger conjectured... “whom being shot wouldn’t matter.”“You mean like the Queen of the Undead or something?” she asked. “Do you think finding someone like that could be the object of last spring’s display of blood-lust?”“That is not for me to say,” the ranger replied, evidently making his mind up about something. “In the meantime, I would request your aid in carrying the. I can’t let her miss these moments because she’s scared of being judged. “Sure, we’re in.” She squeezes my arm and gives me the are you serious look.“Awesome! Well? What the heck are we all doing sitting around here? Let’s get changed!” he says as they all get up and we head back to the rooms.Once we get into our room, Nicole hits me. “Really!”“What?” “I can’t go out there. I didn’t even bring a bathing suit. Plus, I get so stressed out in a bikini. What if people clock me?” “Clock you?” No. And that's what Isaid. And so Grace told me I needed to remove my socks. And I did. Isat right down and removed them. When I'd taken them off and we wereabout to leave, Grace gave me that smile she always gave when she'dgotten her way.However, for my part, I now had one more thing to be constantly worriedabout throughout the day - whether anyone would notice that I waswearing stockings rather than socks.The first rush of anxiety I experienced occurred a few minutes laterwhen Grace and I. My uncle just contacted someone in the international insurance industry. We kept our eyes open for people registering plates from Alaska, in other states. As I already had the name, it was fairly easy and quite straight-forward," Courtney said in a scathing tone of voice.Damn! I had been a fool. I thought about what she said. If my enemies had known my alternate name, I would have been an easy target indeed! Shit! I was not thinking at all.But why did Courtney care so much? I mean, we hadn't.