But even I can see that it wasn’t even close to lawful.My only regrets were that some of the bastards got away. Three of the four, are still alive. ...ut I got Marco. Yes, I did! That motherfucker will be in hell long before I get there.And once I do get there, we can go another round. I wonder how that works. I mean since we’ll both be dead; can I kill him any further?Are there degrees of deadness? Or is it just a one-shot deal, where once you’re dead you can’t get any deader. I’d like to think. "Mr Lazlo, an honour. I've heard much of your efforts," he lied, shaking Viktor's hand. "Mrs Lazlo, a delight." That, at least, was true — Ilsa managed to draw every eye in the room towards herself. If Clegg had been asked to explain why he would have found it difficult; her flawless complexion, perhaps; her look of complete openness; the way she moved. Freddie wasn't sure. What he did know was that she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. And he'd seen more than a few.Viktor. "She snagged my damp towel off the foot of the bed, dumped it on the floor, and then pushed it around in vaguely mop-like fashion. I would have used my tongue, but that was Cammy -- unconventional and resourceful. She'd been clever enough to help me snag a hair from Xavier's companion, too. Maybe she'd be more help than trouble, after all."Now my legs -- and no towel," I told her.Cammy grinned and knelt, obviously aware of where I was headed, and all too willing to oblige. I was forbidden to. "We just make ourselves comfortable until the hot babes come out."An hour or so passes and no hot babes."Um, Joe," Pete says. "Give me a beer. I'm getting thirsty." Good idea. I could use one too."Another twenty minutes or so pass with no activity. Suddenly a pair of large, burly looking females comes out the door. They start walking in the direction of Pete and Joe."Pete, Pete, look!" Joe says excitedly. "Here come the women!" Are you sure these are women?" Pete asks cautiously."Man, I bet.