‘Are you Mr. Mathais?’ they asked. ‘Yes, ladies, what can I do for you?’ One of them spoke. ‘I’m Betty Porter, Jason’s mother, and this ...s Marsha Watts. She’s Brad’s mother. We just wanted to stop in and thank you for saving our sons’ life. We’re so sorry for the way they acted and of course endangering your life. We want you to know that we are going to punish them when they come home. We’re going to take away everything they own.’ ‘Thank you, ladies. You might want to find out where they are. Even though on the surface he looked a bit the same, having no breasts, a big beard, a big lump in the throat and a dangly thing between his legs that looked like a fat red caterpillar, Bert was most definitely not God.So she carried on with her ribbing. "Well, tough", she told her fellow garden dweller through a deliberate pout. "It's me now, and He's already told you you're not getting it back. Live with it. Or without it. Whatever." Ribs talking to snakes", Bert commented, in the pretence of. Her hair was shining black about chin length, and she had the brightest black eyes. Add an infectious smile and laugh.Oke dragged me out of there before I made an ass out of myself, and said..."Come on Smoothbore, we are going to MY place." It was apearantly where he spent his time when he was stationed there.We caught a Jeepney, which is a brightly painted, enlongated WWII Jeep that served as a taxi. Off we went to the boondocks. Several miles outside of town, near the town of Subic City,. “Us? No, we would not. Not ever. But the raid-group here is not like those of us who live to the north. As you can feel, it is much warmer here.”John looked at Treb and Modi for confirmation.Svend’s former lieutenant, Modi nodded his agreement. “We are south of even Two Courts here. It is very warm, for us.”Kort held up a hand, stopping the group. They’d been wandering the Anchorage marketplace, looking for deals and generally keeping an eye on their Raiders. The King was charged a fine for.