“Are you?” she countered.Is anyone gonna ask me? I thought. A line from an old song from the sixties came to mind, “get ready, for here I come.�...� Not sure the name of the song or the band, as I was very young, but there it was in my head.“Whenever you are,” he said, his voice soft, and his right hand on her left thigh.My wife looked over at me, her face was one of masked uncertainty.“Har-Harriet, are you ready?” she asked.I forced a smile on my face and said, “Whenever you feel the need.”“Well. The door opened and Sett looked down at the black-haired woman in front of him, he knew very well. Her hair was bound to a big ponytail, her red glasses on the hair, her clothes looked exactly like she was going to the battlefield. She even had her crossbow on the back and her gloves on, like she just came back from hunting. Vayne nodded as she saw Sett and gesticulated him inside, while she kept talking in a smartphone to someone else.“…don’t think I need to have them separated,” she just said. "You know your father and I are in a convenience marriage," she said."True ... just the same..." Wendy said.Steps clattered on the dock and the boat jiggled a little as someone stepped aboard."Ursula? Sweetheart?" a male voice asked."Yes, Marcus," said Ursula.The outer hatch opened, "Bad news, Ursula," then he caught sight of us."Who?" My stepchildren, David and Wendy Valmaat, Marcus," Ursula said. "What bad news?" My rat bastard father, he sold my boat," Marcus Toivonen said. "Some punk rich. Still moving as fast as I could, I released the safety and fired at the bandit. We were so close that every one of the nine pellets hit him in the belly in a very tight grouping. He was almost literally torn in two!His pistol went off and the bullet went flying into the desert as his upper body fell toward the ground and dragged his lower body with it. Of course, he was dead before he hit the ground. When nine .33 caliber bullets hit you like that, your body is going to shut down, no matter.