Others said there was a dignitary on board, one that owed a huge gambling debt and was escaping to the new world and the debtee had contracted out for...revenge. Whatever the case, the mysterious massacre of the Emily Claire would not go away. Black Jack was nervous. The few who knew his background had little reason to wonder why he was so nervous. Those who knew him as Lord Weatherford, on the other hand, would be shocked to know of his past. The Segovia had been fingered as the only connection. "Some of the ass in this town is so fucking far back in the closet that they'd taste like mothballs, even if I could get them out of there."Jackie put her book down. Her gay friend blew up like this pretty much every weekend, after attempting to trawl for some man-love and coming up empty."This area is so ultra-fundie that I'm more likely to get lynched than laid, Jacks! Why the hell did we move out here?" Sylvester fumed.Well, Jackie had moved to this small town because she had been accepted. The summer was coming to an end but temperatures were still high so you could get in a very sticky state early in the day. I was in my usual loose T-shirt and shorts, sandals on my feet. As soon as Liv opened the door I felt a bit under-dressed as she was actually wearing a short, sleeveless dress of pale blue cotton and had, unusually, applied a little make-up as well as drawing her hair back into a short pony tail. The effect was to accentuate her fine cheek bones, enlarge her pretty green. I couldn't help it but then to see her standing over me was quite a different feel compared to my dreams. She told me she had to go somewhere quickly and couldn't bring my niece and asked if she could watch her. Of course I agree'd although I knew it wouldn't be an open opportunity like last time where she had to take sleeping pills.. But she sighed in relieve and told me she had to jump in the shower real quick. My niece was already eating cereal in the living room and watching her morning.