”“Not the same thing.”“Oh, so not taller or wider in the body. You got a big brain?”Michael had not looked up, hadn’t seen Susan smiling, ...horoughly enjoying this.“No, not specially.”Michael was going to have to be beaten to tell Susan.“I see, I think it must be Selsey Bill.”Michael looked up now, staring at Susan, he had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.“Selsey Bill is on the coast in an area called the Manhood Peninsula.”Michael’s mouth dropped open, she had guessed, well he. There were more troops on the road leading up from the village. I spotted a couple of jeep-like vehicles and four troop carrying trucks. Men were standing in the lead vehicle with binoculars staring up at the castle and the destruction that lay before it. Others were running about shouting at troops as the piled out of the backs of the trucks. Once each group of troops were formed up they moved off the road and into the woods and hills that lined the road. I could see them slowly working their. ” She spun around and moved toward the lounge entrance, heading out into the lobby toward the elevator bank. Sean grabbed her thong and tucked it into his pants pocket. I motioned for the cocktail waitress to bring me the tab. I pulled out my wallet and peeled off the bills to cover the tab and plenty extra for a large tip for that cute waitress. I made my way to the elevators. At the elevators, Sean handed me a room card and told me the room number. They were three floors above me, on the. This story is copyright2014 by Ayn Ryan.Permission is hereby given to share this story on the World Wide Web,provided that (a) no charge of any kind, including, but not limited to,subscription fees, is made in connection with access to the story, (b)the story is reprinted in its entirety, including this notice, and (c)proper credit is given to the author at the time of posting. All otherrights, including, but not limited to, those of adaptation to other mediaand formats, reserved to the.