Linda chided Joan for her promiscuous behavior and accused her of making a play for her daddy. With righteous indignation, she reminded Joan that she ...as a married woman, and that her baby probably wasn't even her husband's, naming half a dozen guys who claimed getting into her pants.With her usual cool, Joan smiled at Linda and said, "Don't get catty on me, honey, I can work up a pretty good list of guys who claim to getting into your britches, too."Linda backed off. "Just stay away from my. But for the two hours I got to wear thatdress, I knew there was a heaven because I was in it.With me in her dress, Amy and I sat down to play once again with herdolls. We even got out her play tea set and had a tea party for them.She would address me as Mrs. Smith, and I addressed her as Mrs. Jones.I guess we got to giggling to loudly because a couple of times her mommycalled up for us to stop being so loud. We would put our hands over ourmouths and start to giggle even more.And then there was. "I started to say, "Because they'll eat you like an apple when they get here," but clearly she'd heard that and still wasn't scared. "Why aren't you afraid of them?" Well, if they do come here, I suppose we'll have to get rid of them, but that shouldn't be too hard. Of course I wouldn't do it personally, but I can think of at least two maybe three things that should work. The problem will be getting rid of them without committing genocide. It just depends on..." Not too hard!" I blurted, she'd. Killing monsters for money was what Witchers have been reduced to now, and that is what Geralt was doing in the city now. He had completed a contract to destroy a nest of nekkers and he was coming to collect his reward. The war between Nilfgaard and Redania had been raging these past few weeks, and it was getting more difficult to travel around. With bloodshed, came blood thirsty monsters, "at least it's good for business" he said to himself in his deep monotone voice.Geralt was a Witcher of.