She giggles and tells me she?s sending them to Andrea, her stoner-hippy friend and occasional lover. Katherine seems to think Andrea would get a real...kick out of them. I?m not a huge fan of Andrea, who is one of a few of Kat?s lovers who know about me. She seems to find profound joy in provoking me to envy her relationship with my beautiful Kat. She loves to stare right into my eyes as she makes out with the love of my life. She?s a vile, ugly person who isn?t worthy of even my lowly. A hawk eyed, lean bodied man, he sat on his bed with his shoulder turned against the log he’d bucked up near the fire for that purpose. A blanket lay over his long legs, for the little cup of a valley was cool when the autumn sun had passed over it. Beneath the blanket, in his lap, lay a freshly oiled Smith & Wesson Russian and, along his right leg, a Winchester carbine. His speckled horse raised its ears and looked toward the trail. The mule, half deaf, went on dozing. The strange horse. Just to re-iterate. Terry and Ray, you will be waiting with the cars. Rob and Saim, you will be with me on scene. Once the truck is back in the warehouse, we will unload to the cars. There are three cars already there, Rob, you will be driving us to the warehouse in your own so that makes four cars plus the truck. Each of us will take a car and our load to our safe places. I trust you have sorted your safe places?"Nervously Ray stutters, "Dan mate, I don't have anywhere. I live in a flat and. " Roger said, walking through the curtain. The two women were standing by the small cluttered desk; Cindy was lightly rubbing her cheek. "Perhaps you would like to carry a line similar to this, for special customers." He sat the suitcase down on the floor and opened it. The two women could not see the contents of the suitcase. "Mary, perhaps you would like to take a look, and see what you would like to try." He stood up and stepped back from the suitcase as she walked over and knelt in.