To call Angel beautiful would be a gross understatement. She was distractingly gorgeous, striking to the point of being intimidating. She was of colle...e age but certainly no older than twenty-two. Framed by her thick waves of auburn hair was a heart-shaped face. Above her dainty chin two rich full lips blossomed surrounded by a pair of tiny dimples that danced around her mouth’s every move. Full cheeks rose under her high cheekbones. Large, clear, pale green eyes with long eyelashes beamed. Friggin' imports. My little light was almost useless. A dozen lightning bugs would’ve shed more light.Hauling myself out of the sleeping bag turned out to be a real chore. My stiff muscles protested every move I made and my back was killing me. Payback for not having an air mattress. The atmosphere in the tent was rather brisk, a polite way of saying, "too damn cold."First things first, I crawled naked past our saucepan, a.k.a: a chamber pot. Screw it! I didn't want to bother cleaning our. There are only three drawbacks. One, I don't think I could shoot someone in cold blood. Two, we don't know when Assam and the others might turn up and if they appeared at the wrong moment it would be a disaster. And three, there's nowhere for everyone to go."Laura looked at the beautiful woman. She shuddered as she thought about whether she could shoot someone and had to agree with Fisah, she didn't think she could do it either. Perhaps in the heat of the moment, but not premeditated."We have. There will always be Ellen and Kara. Probably Julie. Maybe Carol and Jan. There will be others. Some permanent, some who come and go. There will be relationships that are unconventional because I’m strong enough to help women who have unconventional needs. But I will always have enough love for you to keep you first in my heart.”“How many women will be first in your heart?”“As many as there are. But none will mean more to me than you, none that I am more committed to than you.”“What would Kara.