" Said his wife's voice. Once he finished with his toes he was aboutto move on to his nails when he remembered something. His wife used toalways whe...e fake nails and cut them to just barely beyond her fingertipsbecause the polish stayed on longer and didn't chip but she still wanted anatural look. He rummaged in the bottom drawer until he found an unopenedpack. The nails were at least an inch and a half past his fingertips butunlike his wife, he had no plans on cutting them down. He. "I thought I'd tell you about my past, the way I was before I met you." Your past. You don't... is there anything criminal I need to know about?" His tone had changed, as if he was being guarded."No, and not illegal, either. It's just that I did... there are... were... things I did..." Not illegal?" She could hear him relax slightly."Definitely not illegal. But if the scandal rags ever got hold of any of it..." You mean this is stuff that somebody could take to the National Enquirer."She. My sleek brown and black fur made me almost invisible. In one sweep I had cut the Achilles’ tendons of the first thug. I cut him carefully to avoid the major arteries and veins. As he screamed and dropped I kicked the other thug in the side of his knee tearing away all the ligaments so that the knee bent sideways. Then I stood still and spoke again. ‘Are you sure you want to continue this? Most of you can still walk away. Your friends, here, need medical attention, they seem to have hurt. Liz shrugged. “More of the same. We’re just goofing off. We’ll probably just go down to the beach for the day.” Bob simply nodded along with his wife.“How was your picnic? Was that last night?” asked Brenda.“No, before that,” answered Bob. “Monday night.”“And Tuesday morning,” added Liz, looking a little sheepish.“Oh?”Bob grinned and Liz said, “We fell asleep on the beach. We didn’t wake up until we heard the maintenance guys coming through with a sand buggy. It was kind of embarrassing,.