Shit.You scramble to your hip for your handgun and nearly lose your grip, but ha, its still in your hand. You aim at the handle and fire, once, twice,...sending a fresh wave of excited cheers through the monkeys above.You slam your shoulder into the broken door and barrel through just as the creature leaps at you.You curse and scramble back on your ass, watching it flail and roar and reach for you, hunger in its dark eyes - but it's stuck. It's too wide, and its body is jammed between the house. They then collapsed into a heap, and lay there, cuddling and kissing for a while. Later. ‘So what else do we need to sort Mike?’ ‘It’s all in the study.’ They both wander down partially dressed, and examine the pile. They find a spot for the PC and set it up, there is some wiring to sort so Mike makes a mental reminder to get the cabling as soon as he can. The photographic kit is spread around, the cameras would be in the sitting room, in a cupboard Sarah already kept her camera in, the tripod. The key was getting her to actually stop and eat at a place I'm sure she would feel was beneath her.I discovered that I didn't have a lot in common with these people. Karen was a girl I'd tricked into kissing me. We both enjoyed it and it was pleasing on the physical level but there was no real spark there. It was a relief when she said she wasn't into sharing. I had no doubt that Bev and Vicky would stay in touch; they'd been talking nonstop since we got here. I'd text her once in a while but. It had taken twenty years of service to rise to the top, and now a scandal threatened to take it all back. He needed someone to blame. The ranger leaned over the rail and spit on the grass, then his eyes were drawn to a long metal- topped building on the far hillside. Horse pens surrounded it on two sides and thick hedges along the east and south. It was the campground’s stables, residence of twenty-three horses and one devious foreign criminal. ——— Criminal # 88588 was the prime suspect and.