.. Charley. A plastic surgeon’s wet dream. Slim with the most obvious breast implants you’ll ever see. So heavily tanned that her white teeth shin... like headlights. Long hair dyed jet black and straightened to give her the ultimate slut look. Her transformation between the end of last season and the start of this one was radical, but the transformation has continued over this year. It’s sad to see that innocent, friendly young thing gradually disappearing, but it’s also been extremely arousing. We went by the liquor store to pick up a bottle of whisky. My wife was already pretty tipsy from the beers at dinner, so it was going to be a wild night. In the car she was just furious- she had never liked Jim’s wife , and the stories he told at dinner really set her off. She spent the whole trip back talking about what a bitch his wife was. I figured it would be a sorry night of drinking and complaining, but misery loves company and I was glad we could be there for him at least.Back at. . Charlie. If you're there please, please, please pick up." Therewas obvious panic in her voice. "If you're not, call me the very secondyou get this."I dropped the sandwich on the plate and sprang across the room. Luckily,my own parents kept the living room phone on the same end table, so Ididn't have to waste precious seconds hunting it. Before the sound of theline getting disconnected could sound, my fingers curled around thecordless handset, thumbed the talk button, and I brought the whole. "Don't need details, my friend. However," he added, glancing back down the road he had just traveled, "you may like to know we ran into some Watu soldiers a ways back, over a hundred strong. You most likely won't reach them today, but..." Ah." Cheikh looked down the road, frowning. "Yes. Thank you for that information." What can we expect up ahead?" Small city, maybe ten thousand Watu. Didn't catch its name. Not that bad. Expensive, though. At least for those like us."Felek nodded. Ten thousand.