His book soaking wet. Andwith it his hope of getting through the next hour or so without beinghassled dampened. He grabbed for Jack, but the little ...astard swervedhim easily. He was laughing hysterically. "I'll fucking kill you!" Ryan!" He turned to see his mother angry face. He knew he was beingstupid, that he should calm down. He couldn't. "That little fuck..." Ryan, are you wearing an undershirt?" It took him completely bysurprise. Anger had, temporarily, driven any thoughts about. I went into the bathroom andtook a look. It was a nice tribal design, with some chains subtly workedin. There was a butterfly as well, and it looked very well done. Oncloser inspection, though, the body of the butterfly was really a cock,and on either side was a woman's head and neck, bent at an angle to looklike wings! I took a few steps from the mirror, and decided one wouldhave to be very, very close to me to see that, but still! Ms. Andrea hadtruly marked me as her own. I went back out and. At this point, our strategy changed and we went for quick killing blows before a stray bullet found an innocent person. I hit the nearest man in the neck just under his right ear and broke his neck with that one blow.Meanwhile, Jenny went after the other two with sharp and powerful strikes to their chests. She was not aiming for the solar plexus, but higher, intending to drive the breastbone and portions of broken ribs into the heart. Those two were put out of action immediately as they were. Her eyes were still large and deep blue; her features nearperfect however, through the cover of her soft flowing dress, he observed herbody had matured into a full, womanly form. "Alright, you'd better come in," he said, his mouth twitching nervouslyas he stood to one side. Part Two:The elderly priest and fresh faced young woman sat opposite each other in thefront room of his church's parish. She balanced a cup and a saucer demurely onher knees. He pursed his lips and stared down at the floor.