“I’m sorry, PLATO. I really am,” she said, wiping her eyes with her hands. “I shouldn’t be laughing, but I really didn’t expect you to be ...aking a joke about this.”“I didn’t intend it as humor,” he replied tersely. “I was merely stating an historical fact, albeit a literary historical construct about a famous person who sought a body... or two or three.”“I’m sorry, PLATO,” she said, “but when you said it, it sounded so much like the way Richard uses humor in stressful times.” She paused and. Their lewd behavior abruptly ceased when the man returned, seeing the underling's antics, he began berating and chastising them.He was dressed in only a pair of short pants and sandals, carrying a picnic basket and a blanket. We departed the camp on foot and headed down the same embankment that I had seen the boys being directed. Strangely, we passed a mound of civilian type clothing en route that a soldier was casually tossing into a fire item by item.Perhaps as many as forty men were either. “Well, we’ll just have to make another world record, won’t we?”“What do you have in mind, lover boy?” Tabatha asked, knowing that look Jake had whenever he was planning something special.“You remember a month ago when you and Annalisa drew down on each other?” he asked.Tabatha felt her stomach tighten in anticipation. “I remember that you were so horny you couldn’t wait ’til Tanya had the bullets out of me before you starting raping my bloody, dying corpse.”“You naughty boy,” Frank interjected,. But they are too old to raise a troubled girl. So you will be their proxy. Did you speak to the youngster, my dear?”“Yes,” the woman smiled. “She is quite happy to live with the Solomons.”“Good. Good. I’m sorry, but we needed to be sure.”“Of course,” Joe smiled.“The plot is a bit heavy handed,” the older man continued. “Hopefully the bit of complexity will make it more convincing. She’ll be Eloise Moreau. French spelling. The American Morrows are related, supposedly. His grandfather actually.