The boys would not be the wiser until the moment the plan was set in motion. The boys would be pleased, and ?Ms. Hussy’ would be very sorry for mess...ng with them.On the last day of the season, after The Giants had won the league championship again, and ?The Hussy? had done her last routine for the year, all the girls met her as she left the field and closely followed her to her old, beatnik-style, windowless, VW bus. Ginger grabbed her and Gloria, wearing suitable protective gear, held a towel. I think that young man is going to go a courting and our little miss had better watch out. I give myself a little smile of congratulations. Two down, and how many more to go this evening. I have already talked to Gwen, and Alys. Who next? I ask the universe. Is this the time of love,.or just grasping for human contact?I continue on my way to the Protector's training grounds. In the back of my mind I can tell I am not done with my evenings work. I am finding it amusing that I seemed to be the. Cesar looked silently at his trusted General sat next to him the big man impassive but like a coiled snake. The Hawaiian wouldnt know till the last moments that they knew his secret. That theyd known for a long time. He was the traitor, the viper in their nest. The disloyal thug was armed but by the time he realised it would be useless to resist. Cesars men had been at the traitors villa for hours. The Hawaiian looked nervous as he helped Mendez from the jeep. It seemed a little quiet. It was a. At a certain time in the afternoon, Mister Joachin, my friends' father, arrived, Mister Joachin was a man of about 35 years old, tall, though and with a hoarse voice that to some extent was seductive, the girls and I knew that our time on the television was over, because when Mister Joachin got home, he just wanted to relax, for that reason he changed his work uniform, took off those uncomfortable clothes and changed them for a cool and more comfortable shirt and shorts, loose shorts, I.