After all, Missy had been fondled, however briefly, by one of the Pisstor's — as I'd come to think of him — minions. She'd hang the Pisstor before...she'd defend him, even for the sake of her mother."Nothing! Happened!" she repeated redundantly."But I SAW it! I saw that girl go under the podium. I saw Pastor Paul come, right there in front of the whole fucking congregation. It was as plain as the orgasmic grimace on his face." No, we did not actually see her go under that podium," Missy argued. About the readings we're getting..." asked Calista. "In a minute. I'm busy right now," retorted Rhiannon. "Don't tell me you managed to pull this off by yourself." "That's exactly what I'm trying to tell you," said Dee Dee. "Commander, I think you ought to see these readings..." asked Kristal. "What for? I know what my own eyes are telling me," said Rhiannon. "Do you seriously expect me to believe that you've mastered the genetics, and the dozen other sciences and technologies that. I clambered to stand and managed to get back up, as did he. Hands wrapped around both arms, he turned me around to face him, his fist flying towards my face as I did. I dodged and delivered an elbow to his gut, standing back away from him as he fumbled in his pocket, pulling out a knife. Blood fell from his busted lip as he sprang towards me, knife first. I grabbed hold of his wrist, diverting the knife and twisted his arm backwards into a lock. Taking the knife from him, I held his arm behind. “What can I do for you my lady?” he asked.“I just wanted to introduce you to Betsy,” Elizabethsaid. “Help her get comfortable, will you, while I goand see what’s taking our little doggy so long in thekitchen.”Charlie walked over to me and took my hand and kissedit. His body was hard — strong and muscular (not anounce of fat on him). I guess I should have been alittle scared and intimidated. But he had such gentleblue eyes. His smile seemed to warm.