"John said, "I've seen a few of you, and you're quite nice to look at yourself." Thank you, sir." Hey, Doug may come up for the Jimmy Buffett concert ...n January. If you want to come up too, we should have enough tickets, and I can make Doug sleep on the couch so you'll have a bed. Another option is you can come up for a football game, see my place, and watch Darcy perform. She's in the band with Kari."Beth said, "Sounds like fun. Let me see what we can arrange for a sitter and I'll give you a. Hudson was screaming for them, and she could no longer put them off. As she clicked away on her keyboard, her mind gravitated to Kerp, so far away. He was on one of Hudson's shit assignments, the kind that needed a seasoned field agent, but did not require said agent to be equipped with mammary grandeur. The poor guy. He never bitched, though. Hudson probably thought he was doing Mich a favor whenever he spared her from accompanying her partner on one of these assignments; but she would much. "Okay, then," Deb said, looking at me and her sister in turn, "we all know why we're here, beside Gino's legendary pasta al pesto, of course, and we all know what's going to happen next. I say let's do it. But if you guys have second thoughts, speak up now. So, s*s? Jeff? Are you in for it or not?" Yep," Dana chuckled, perking up and reaching to take her sister's hand, "I'm totally in!" Dana seemed to be blushing as she looked at me, but then maybe she was just flushed from all the red wine. I peeked at the madness. One guy, probably the shooter, was lying about twenty feet out on the road face down, his clothes on fire, and still holding a shotgun. The trailer itself was in shreds, fiery shreds. I noticed an arm off to the side, not connected to anything else, and the shooter still had both arms; we had a second individual who had managed to blow himself up. Even out behind the trailer, the dog was silent, which meant it was probably dead, too.In a way, I wasn’t terribly surprised.