"What are you doing, Nick?" she demanded."Well, putting in a little variation," I told her weakly.She gave me what was almost a pitying look. "Darlin..., this isn't a nightclub where you do 'interpretations.' Sing it the way Verdi wrote it, right on the beat." When I looked doubtful she pressed the point home. "Trust me, dear, it works. It's much stronger, especially with your gorgeous legato. That old man knew more about writing music than both of us together, and he didn't just toss this off. Thump....thump....As he inhaled, he could taste her scent and the fear inside her. Her heartbeat was hard enough to hear in the silent room; he could see her heart beating its way out of her chest as well. Yet, he continued to stare at her, first her bare legs, then her clothed upper half - her body almost shaking with anxiety - then straight into her round, glistening eyes.Before speaking a word, he lifted a finger and curled it toward himself. One simple motion dragged her body slowly across. I did insist that we test fire every one of the weapons to make sure that the firing pin was still there. We did find a few defective guns, but very damned few. At least, whoever was supplying the weapons was an honest crook!This time, I did make an effort to talk to the women, but they would not say much to me. Cindy, being a woman, as able to get a little information from them. It seemed that they needed these guns so that they could raid a food warehouse. They were starving, and the. Even now, she could feel several of the buttons near the peak of her belly were starting to strain from the pressure. "I guess it will soon be time for normal maternity wear!" Angle smiled, knowing she already had a closet full of such garments,some sensible, some comfortable, and a few sexy numbers she had had custom made by her friend Ravin, a fashion designer and seamstress of incredible talent.Thinking of Ravin made Angel look at the clock as she passed the kitchen. It was almost 11 o'clock.