Very good. I think I felt that one in my toenails.” Sam beamed internally. Reluctantly they rose to clean up and dress for bed. He donned the te... shirt and pajama pants that had hardly been worn and she put on a fresh cotton nightie. They both lay on their right side, her back to him, and Sam draped his left arm over her. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you, too, Sweetie,” came the sleepy reply as she snuggled closer to him. Within minutes, he heard the familiar deep breathing. One notable declared that the ‘man’ must be French. He had seen drawings in newspapers depicting Frenchmen, who were shown to be small, hairy, stunted, and weasel faced, akin to the ‘man’ now standing before them. Further proof, if needed, was the unintelligible, French, language the ‘man ‘was speaking. His companions nodded in agreement.The unfortunate animal was taken before a magistrate, who concurred with their assumption, and charged the ‘man’ with being a French spy. A swift trial was. Instead of hearingCraig out, they would accuse him of being in the Church of Whataboutism.To Faith's friends, her being the first one to cut off communicationswas a totally different issue. To Craig's fellow students the fact thatwhen Faith came over she did not want to talk with him, only at himwould not matter. The only reason she graced Craig with her presence toend their friendship would be no big deal. There was no need for Craigto hear that, Faith's actions spoke loud enough to him.Faith. The poser was also still, but his body wasn’t riddled with bullets. XXXXXXXXXXXXXX Hiwali looked down at the three men with a small measure of satisfaction. The one called Aazim had paid for his crime, but who had shot the other two. He looked up and noticed the door and noticed the damage to the door along with the locked burglar gate. While there was clear evidence they’d shot into the door, from the splintering and the two dead men someone inside had shot outward. The Lieutenant walked up.