They had ALL had fun at HER expense the next day. William had mocked a TV show, quietly calling "LASSIE!!! LASSIE!!!" at her. It had been SO embarrass...ng. Since, at the time, all of the men were occupied, Liz and Clara had entertained each other. Essie and Rick had gone up and went straight in the shower. Rick had been in awe of the beauty of this lady as soon as he had seen her. She was, in all respects, nearly the exact opposite of Sue. She had reminded him of the tribeswomen he had seen in. "They are ... we're picking up a defensive line in the middle of the airfield. Seventy in number! A mix of what looks like Spartans and humans and elves! I'm reading over two hundred and seventy lifesigns within the bunker on the southern end of the airfield. They are..." The co-pilot saw the flash of red on her gun camera and quickly spun it back, "By all that is holy." She gasped centering the picture.For'mya looked at her. "What? What is it?"The female elf turned and looked at For'mya, "The. The boy was short and thin, with a somewhat oversized head. Hisface was afflicted by severe acne, almost to the point where River hadto work not to stare at the sores and scars. The poor boy had a scruffybeard, too thin to cover the acne, but he probably let it grow to allowhim to not have to shave over the sores.She explained her goals to Colin. She wanted a website built that wouldallow the artists and craftspeople of the reservation to sell theirgoods to the Toronto market. That was about. “And this is the third occasion this year I have been before you for this offence.” “That’s right, girl,” he said coolly before placing a second slip in front of her. “Now read this please.” Vicky bent over again and read the clear, neat handwriting. “Dressing immodestly, Sir. For the second time this term,” she said quickly, hoping to avoid further wrath. “This was the New Year party was it not?” he asked. Vicky nodded. “Speak up, girl!” he raised his voice angrily. “Yes, Sir!” she replied.