He swept her up in his arms, tossing her high overhead in a twistingspiral of arms and legs. The world turned upside down for an amazinglylong moment,...then she was plummeting into his hands, her dress fillipingin the updraft. Gathering her voraciously against his chest, Bradleyangled her head up so that her face was only an inch from his. Shestruggled in his grip like the heroine in a Victorian Romance - thoughshe didn't struggle very hard, all things considered.The scene that followed was. I thought he would have been a good source ofrevenue and entertainment for another few months at least.Those up in the front rows must be some relatives and friends, Isuppose. He had mentioned he had some sisters. All are in dark clothes.More casual acquaintances must be those further back, those dressed inmore casual clothes. One guy is even wearing in jeans. I watch them alland size them up from my seat in the back, with a smug feeling that myoutfit totally outclasses that of any other woman. I did not expect her to understand, but she knew my future better than I did. When I arrived the following week, I walked from my camp to her house so nobody would see my vehicle parked there. Guilt was on my mind. Not my guilt, because the woman I was married to was no longer present in the woman I was watching go mad. I wanted to know that Alice was not taking too much risk, hurting her chances at a happy marriage. But first things first. Old Bud had a helluva gun collection. I was like a kid. Someone had heard the soundsfrom the flophouse and called 999. She was going to berescued.Then Mick and Jimmy walked into the room with threeother men, who all looked down at her with eager,lustful expressions.“A fucking nun?” one of them asked.“A trainee nun,” said Jimmy. “Sort of a nunette.”“Heere, what do you get if you cross a nun with anApple iMac?”“I dunno,” said Mick.“A computer that never goes down on you.”The three.