" You do fine. They all know we love them. They all snuggle up to you, even your rough and tough boys. The girls are all daddy's little girls, but the... are all so very independent. I suppose they take after both of us." I hope that's a good thing," I said, as I ate lunch.I asked, "How's your new accountant working out with Henry, the Moleson guy?" He's doing great. He just about has the military invoices straightened out. He said we needed to invoice in smaller increments so the supply folks. So, this is how girls became lesbians, I thought. They start wearing their sexy lingerie around the house for each other and then they start wanting to take it off just like men want to do.When Chrissie was done applying my lipstick, she smiled widely at me. She was a hot, blue-eyed, blonde temptress in a sexy black lace bra and panties and black stilettos and I couldn't wait for her to take me to the bed and kiss me like the scene called for."Darling, you are so beautiful," she said.I smiled. The skirt was fashionably short, and since she has gorgeous legs anyway, they drew the attention of almost every guy in the place as she came back from the restroom.We talked about school, her plans for after graduation and other stuff like that, but then she asked if we couldn't return to the hotel. On a whim, I opted to purchase a second bottle of wine which we carried back, unopened, for later.We sat on our balcony sipping the wine. I mentioned Mickey a couple of times, hoping to broach the. The large skinhead, who stood at about 6'5, was preparing to stomp on the girl's hand when Louie's clawed fingernails opened up his back; exposing bone and torn flesh.His legs buckling as his spine was severed, the skinhead screamed in agony and continued to howl until he felt something spray onto his face. Despite his torment he had the presence of mind to wipe his face as he lay face down, with his head turned to his right. What he saw when he brought his hand in front of his face where he.