“And I bet he’s a shapeshifter?” I pointed at the guy in the gray and purple uniform with the face covering mask. “No, no! Laser eyes!”The g...y in the face covering mask grunted. “My question is, why the fuck do they have an unarmored Doyen with em?”The entire group of neanderthal superheroes turned to look at Ali. Ali glared at them, sticking out her chin. “I’m not unarmored,” she said, angrily. “I’m just naked. As is just and proper as a member of Bravo Squad. And you!” She pointed at Paragon.. I had often even k**ded her about sitting on that thing and looking like Gilda radner did on Saturday Nite live when sitting on that huge ass rocking chair in the skits used on that program. Even her young nieces who were like 12 and 13 were taller and more womanly stature than my wife. As here she was now sitting right on the edge of the sofa as Snake Lady now went right over getting the black sport bag she’dBrought right along with her and went right back to my wife sittingThere naked as. The funeral guy looked at Shania, who nodded, and the casket descended slowly into the hole. Shania stood up, took a handful of dirt and tossed it on the box. She turned quickly, grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the grave-site and back to the limo. The driver had to scurry to catch up. He closed the doors, slid behind the wheel and looked into the mirror. “Back to the funeral home?” he asked. “No,” Shania said firmly. “Take us home.” “Yes, ma’am,” the chauffer replied and motored. ‘Mr. James?’ He stopped pounding and very purposefully put the hammer down. Still not facing me he said ‘You should probably leave.’ ‘Sir, I’m here about Lori.’ I said. He turned around and walked towards me, stopping about five feet away. ‘It’s a little late to talk to me now. You’ve already taken her. What more do you want?’ ‘Sir, I…’ I looked down to gather myself, and then met his stare. ‘Sir, I didn’t take her. She…I love her.’ ‘What do you know about love?’ he spat. ‘You’re just a kid.’.