I have a picture of her on my phone. Well, actuallyI have SEVERAL pictures of her. There are the one's she knows I took... that show her being the bes... mom around or her being completely unaware of how pretty she is in her sunday best. Then a few she doesn't know about... when she's going through the clothes in her closet in her nighty looking for a dress for a date or lying on the bed asleep...soft, warm, content and beautiful.Either way, ina picture in her youth or a recent pic as a wife of. Our offense needed nine plays to move down the field to score. Coach Caffrey played me in five of the plays. It's fortunate that I work out as much as I did. I was running my ass off with our offense's deep routes and covering Christian's deep routes on defense. Our drive stalled out when we got a holding call at Central's 9 yard line. Hal came in and put us on the score board with a field goal. Score: 7-3 Central.Central's next drive went similar to the first. They sent Christian and #88, the. "Anglerod started to argue back with the village leaders. Jack sized up the situation and said, "Fuck this shit. I warned you, Dickem. I'm gonna get Anne back to the ship while you deal with your mess." We should all go, before they decide to surround us," Anglerod said."Fuck. Fine, then. But tell them we're coming back to make friends properly," Karl said. Anglerod gave parting words as the others started back the way they came, and then followed after them.- - -That night, Anne stood out on. Was that what Giles was after? Her mind drifted back to when he'd pinned her. Power? She was almost there, but not quite.She thought that after she'd acknowledged his look, she might find out sooner what exactly was on his mind. It didn't seem he was going to be very forthcoming, however, in the days that followed. Normal. Everything was so painfully normal that she could almost scream. Giles was nothing less than a gentleman, even while he tossed daggers at her and briefed her before her.