Panasonic Sdr-s7 Driver

[FIC] From Wyoming With Love (True Blood, Pam / OC, PG-13) Partie 2 / 2

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Frankly, she was fed up to spend his nights so bad. In any case it would not start from this hole before he managed to spend a whole night naked and especially one with Sam Anyway, all these thoughts were not going to make it faster to enter the dwelling-Cromp Barrett s 'stretched before her in all her splendor pseudo colonial as if she did not see enough of like that Triffouillis-sur-Nowhere, Louisiana.
The moon had risen recently and the night promised to be lengthy.
Alas, the house was not open alone. She jumped effortlessly to the first floor and then climbed to second in which stood the little window where the light came.
- Psst ...
Like every time the girl turned and looked out the window, without even thinking for a moment the fact that she was on the second floor. She caught his eye the first time and felt the glamorous dive into it immediately.
- Open up the window and invite me.
Ah, if only all problems could be solved with a little bit of glamor ...
-Please, enter.
stupid and docile as a lamb, just as she loved the youth ... Why the hell Eric had thought it would be a good idea to keep him this cocktail of hormones and what was Jessica problems?
She cast a glance at the room pink and virginal beloved daughter of the house. No doubt that in seeking a little drawer in her father discovers the shocking but it was not there to search the bedroom of a teenager, she was a necromancer to neutralize and faster than that.
- Sit down.
Dad had done a good job, he had erected a beautiful green plant who knew sit as needed.
- What's your name?
- Jacqueline, ma'am.
Jacqueline? Well, Mom and Dad had ambition!
- Jacqueline, is that your father is at home?
- No, madam, his car is not there.
First good news of the evening.
- It takes a lot these days?
- Yes ma'am, he works at night. Pam
let his fingers trail across the hairdresser continuing to walk in the room while the little girl followed her gaze.
- before And where does he spend his evenings.
- In his office.
- The whole evening?
- Yes, ma'am, and when he retired for the night no one was allowed to disturb him. I got scolded once.
- Nobody? Just
-Lily, Madame.
-Lily?
The blonde pouted contempt.
- The housekeeper. Cindy says it's dad's mistress. But this is false because it is too vulgar. Tiffany said it was the illegitimate daughter of dad but frankly it shows that this is wrong because it is ugly and stupid.
- I do not care.
- Excuse me madam.
- And where is Dad's office?
- On the ground floor right of the room to eat.
Pam smiled.
- Who's at home right now, Jacqueline?
- There's me and normally there should be but Jose is with his sister who is ill because he knows that right now dad is not home to see that it does not work. Lily is out. She goes out every night when Dad is not there to watch it, I'm also sure she bites the silver because there are knives that have disappeared.
-You have a boyfriend, Jacqueline?
- Yes ma'am, Billy.
- You'll call Billy and tell him to rendezvous in a motel and then you're gonna go out there and I'm sure you'll find something to do.
- But Dad does not want me to see Billy. He said that India will never come to anything and will always be poor and smelly.
Well-Billy and Jacqueline tone you you're like Romeo and Juliet and so you have to go find him.
- Oh yes, we're like Romeo and Juliet commit suicide but we are not as stupid ...
Jacqueline took her phone.
- Hello Billy ...
Pam left the room and went down quietly on the ground floor where she was found on the desktop. Now things would get complicated. Obviously, the entrance to the necromancer's workshop was here, he only had more than find exactly where and how to access them.
None of the walls did not sound hollow, against the floor under the desk was replaced by a trapdoor hidden under a Persian rug clearly too good for ugly decor and nouveau riche than Mr. Cromp-Barrett.
She descended the steps slowly, trying to avoid potential pitfalls ...
Obviously Dick was a practitioner too confident, he had left no trap to protect his knowledge and artifacts ... Certainly humans should learn a bit about vampires, paranoia was still justified, it had always had the evidence. The room did not feel
absolutely nothing, not even the land where the pieces of carrion that lay there. That reminded him of lovely things, if good old Dick could be the murders which would facilitate this divine life.
Well, until miraculously fall on barrels filled with blood, she still had to find what she was looking for. She pushed
jars full of things she would not even contemplate, she withdrew a black cloth on a mirror, which began to bleed and cry, she hastened to put the shroud in place. Finally she came upon an old manuscript codices written in Cyrillic. Bingo! Sam was quietly
now rummaging through the engine of the Chevy small when finally arrived at its height.
- So what do you bring back? Pam
brandishes his ancient manuscript as a trophy.
- A search warrant from a vampire who has three times my age.

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- Remind me, what's the plan?
- You enter, you master the French maid, one enters rooms to the Sgt, neutralized Dick necromancer and you can bathe in glory. A child's play.
- What if the vampire millennium is sent against us by the necromancer?
- be notified. Sat
shook his head laughing.
- God forbid that I should come to the aid of other vampiric beauties in the future.
- You do not have to worry how my beautiful, there is no other like me, either for beauty or the uncanny ability to consistently put in danger.
Sam grabbed by the neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Sometimes decidedly does not breathe was very useful, especially when it came to lick his face, rubbing one to another, one of his favorite activities ever since.
- For the Glory easy! The mechanic said, pointing to the front teeth begin to undress and change form.
Pam drove the happy thoughts that the kiss had aroused and prepared to defend its hard-skin in a totally unequal battle and it had a significant risk but if it prevailed ... If it prevailed Eric would be forced to buy these adorable shoes with peacock feathers that had done so much to look on the internet. For such a crappy loot it would cover the feathers of peacocks!
She opened the gate of a creaking sound more mournful and went to the mansion where cobwebs had been carefully placed back on the bell. She took pleasure in the defeat by ringing jingling merrily despite the worrying metal.
- Want? Decidedly
this disguise was still as awful as what are the time and day.
not matter, now that the battle begin!
-I like to see Sgt.
The doll of flesh opened his mouth, Pam took her chin and peered into his.
Trying to put a human on a glamorous already owned by another vampire was like trying to go up a river against the current, tedious, boring, repetitive, exhausting, but possible, after all the salmon did every day and it was incredibly smarter and sexier than most salmon, especially since it was those little fat things.
Fortunately for her it was a moment that Serg had placed his imprint, and it appears that he did not recently been updated.
The thing lasted only a few seconds but she now had a thirst for hell and that was just the beginning.
- The master receives only on Saturdays.
Pam posted its mine the most vexed and began to parley her while she imparted directly into the brain will now malleable the maid.
- I'll be back!
She turned and repassed the gate marking the boundary of the property, she started the car and began to make a U-turn, came to the road she started along a trail little more than a goat trail.
Under his orders the maid was waiting at the door. Pam spent the first and when she found that nothing happened Sat leaped from his perch and joined her on the mainland.
- Where is Sgt?
- He is in his workshop with the apprentice, ma'am.
- How many doors are there in the workshop?
- One of my knowledge, ma'am.
- Is the apprentice drinks when he is there?
- Yes madam.
- It is you who is the glass?
- Yes.
They were lucky.
- Well that's what you gonna do ...

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The mansion was also the kitsch inside and outside, which had the advantage for residents to countless events for any assailant as a thousand ornaments were missing in bad taste any time to fall when they glided quietly up the den of Sgt.
Pam handed Peggy the maid bottle of sleeping pills and gave him instructions. Then came the wait. Pam did spend thinking about everything she did to Sam when she had finally resolved the whole matter. Decidedly she really spent too much time to Nowhere, Louisiana if a simple mechanic werewolf she awoke in such impulses. It was like saying fuck it big time. She was short and it started to show. No, because even if Trouperdu, Louisiana was far from the sea it was nonetheless the capital of tuna, and when at something else presented itself it was of course Eric has precedence. And she hated to have the crumbs of others. That and she had known enough not to Sigmund want to share with Eric. She had drawn a line under this affair is very early in the history of their little vampire family.
- He fell asleep, ma'am. They entered silently
in the cave which formed the basement of the mansion. The white stone and ice out of sight gave the impression of going straight into a trap and Pam shook a little more teeth. The workshop illuminated by large chandeliers appeared finally winding down the hall. Dick Barrett-
Cromp slept the sleep of the unjust in one of the armchairs. As for Sgt he was still as a marble statue. Dick had shown intelligent and had thought to make up for its failures of human retaining the hold he had on Sgt across an amulet that she did not need sleep. It remained only to find it, destroy it and the case was closed.
She passed her hand into the neck polo scratched ... Nothing. She began to revise his pockets with a touch of boredom, why must therefore make such tasks. No amulet in his pocket. She tore the news and looked at his arm. Ah!
The amulet was there, a thin leather band around his biceps in the middle with a kind of reliquary. She held out her hand to destroy the jewel. The grunt
Sam was his only warning. Still clinging to the shrine, it plunged to the side, carrying with her the amulet and the missing stabbing of Sgt. They were wrong. It does not look the necromancer recover from his fake sleep, his attention was on the vampire three times older than she had decided to send him back into nothingness Godric original. Dodging the new vampire attack, all the gods be praised, had lost his speed to be manipulated by a mere human, she took the time to break the amulet on a wall. Which of course had no effect since Dick reliever corpses was awake.
It remained for him to rely on Sam to get out of there ...
What was also compromised because the Beast was now also part of the equation. At least Eric Superman or not they were royally arrive suddenly died.
Well, she was not going to let her skin without selling dearly and one thing was sure Dick would take on the chin.
She threw away the knife again Serg, but this time she felt the bite of the money while a slash tore her pretty Chanel jacket. She left her shoes after the jump and tore her skirt to the right post.
First step, remove the vampire with his knife. Second step, fairly secure long to cut the throat of Dick. Third step, yet not be dead when Sgt regain his senses ... It looked as easy as it said it all ...
She jumped to the ceiling, hanging on the wall like a spider and found a glance the situation. Sam was only faced with the beast and tried to protect Peggy who had not even had the good sense to flee, worse than a cow ... If she managed to run in the corridors Peggy, run after her and the Beast Close door ... No chance that Sam is in agreement with this plan. The humans of that era had some strange notions chivalry in the head and Sam would not let her get eaten even if the maid servant was a human blood supply handy ...
She dodged the attack Sgt brutally stupid and tried to steal the knife of his hands ... Missed. It came down to earth and grabbed the first thing going on ... A bottle filled with formaldehyde, had they been outside, she could have run here but then ignite it might burn as much as Sgt and unlike him she does would rely not so easy. But she threw in the face and narrowly avoided the silver cord that had failed to secure him up. Dick got involved even though she was clearly in deep shit. She threw herself on
Dick as soon as she could as well say that humans do not even see happen. The Beast and cons by Serg had time to intercept. So the necromancer gave priority to the protection ... Now how is she took advantage of this information? Especially now that the two monsters were between them and humans
Bah ... if she did not improvise ... She grabbed the other bottles of formalin and worked to bombard Dick, it would be nice if his luck he n 'There was not even a shard of glass ... that hurt him was Sgt screen of his body while the Beast Sat amused face with the fur began to be dyed red. She jumped on the vampire in the wake of his last bottle of fetal something. She manages to wrest the knife but the blow that gave him the elder broke some ribs and sent him fit into the library, slightly puzzled for a few seconds. Sgt seconds took advantage to reach his level.
It did not escape without punishment from the rubble of the library. She knew immediately that she had lost the advantage, Serg was on her and she could not qu'esquiver with difficulty, dragging his feet on the wet ground, his right shoulder strangely refusing to obey quickly, it would have been more affected than she thought. It was time to try all for everything.
- Sam!
The panther looked up and gathered his forces. Pam moved into position, exhausting his last reserves to avoid the blows of the other vampire. She saw the corner of my eye the werewolf will pick up on itself and then throw all its forces on the Beast, she jumped on the side and jumped on Dick, she heard a loud noise behind her, but remained concentrated her nails went into the gorge that Dick did not even have time to look surprised before collapsing, then she turned and saw the beast who had managed to overthrow Sam and s preparing to tear her tender flesh of her throat. She threw herself on the matter, the crash, which did him absolutely nothing.
Okay, she was ill, she could no longer get up and over the beast was on it ... Ok, one last effort Sgt would wake up one minute to another ... She closed her hands around the muzzle skeletal but sprawled on the ground had never been better positioned to use its full strength and the thing was already freed and ...
Bones fell to the ground. She dropped her head on the stone floor wet.
Her hair, her makeup, her clothes, everything was ruined. Besides his shoes should be somewhere under the rubble of the cabinet.
- Pam, what a delightful surprise. Sgt
always had an accent to cut with a knife. On the other hand, it went very well with the decor transylvanesque. She stood up alone and Sgt pretended not to notice his difficulty ... sometimes the label Vampiric was quite a shambles and it was not against a hand to help him set up but it would have been showing weakness and she was there as an envoy of the Creator and therefore it should be noted only to talk as equals.
- Delighted to see you then, Sgt.
She smiled at him dusting his clothes.
- I suggest we go to the salon, very expensive.
- With pleasure. Sgt
left the scene first and she was finally able to take care of Sam who was limping. She knelt and ran his fingers through the fur wet. The Panther put his enormous head in the crook of his neck and sighed as she caressed her.
- The teacher asks you to please accept these humble present.
Peggy found a corner table still fairly clean and laid the clothes.
- Will you need my help? she asked, her face reflecting the emptiness between his ears.
- No thank you.
disappeared Peggy and Pam turned back to the werewolf.
- You prefer to stay where you want to get leopard to change?
's only response was the cat gently push the muzzle before declining and begin to transform. A huge wound bled slowly on his right thigh.
- You're gonna regenerate itself or you want help? Sat
snorted, sending her long long hair in his back.
- I'm not sure I really want to meet you regularly in my dreams ... I have spent some more time with you to decide.
Pam smiled.
- Fear not, you beg me to penetrate you your dreams.
- Nobody ever tells you that arrogance was a bad thing.
- Not arrogant, realistic baby
They were both naked now contemplate Serg what had brought them ... Really old vampires were all absentmindedly.
Sam struggled with the different layers of clothing until Pam to help her.
- You think the fact of having saved his life could give me the right to bandages and possibly stitches? Because I'm quickly regenerate it's been a bad dog.
- Undoubtedly.
Pam had not finished his sentence when Peggy came up with a first aid kit and motioned to the werewolf back of her skirt. The vampire took the opportunity to put the costume which Serg had seen fit to assign to it. She took the time to submit to a hair salon in agreement with its holding and removing the dust and blood on his face. She would have loved to have her makeup on she needed, but it was better than nothing.
- Ready dear?
Sam was a charming eighteenth maid, for she knew from experience that she was superb in his great French coat, even if it was the blood red of the dress was a bit exaggerated. They joined the show Sgt. He too had changed from his best clothes as a gentleman. The powdered wig he was still good and if There was the modern comforts of electricity lighting up the room she would have thought back to his castle centuries of Russian that.
- Very expensive.
He kissed his hand with all the grace and ease of true nobility.
- Sgt, let me introduce you Sat Sam, Sgt.
- Pleased to miss.
Pam sat down too fast on the couch and took out his handkerchief to his chest when coughing.
- you spit blood!
the werewolf's eyes were wide open. Pam smiled, wiping the corner of his mouth.
- My Darling is the only liquid that there in my body, of course that I spit blood.
- Can I offer you mine, Pam delicious? Sgt
stretched his arms, baring her wrist.
But she did not want the blood of Sgt. She felt like that of his sire, his blood warm and familiar, his hand through his hair, his voice telling her she had done, his smell that enveloped it wanted nothing as much as curl cons Eric and let him believe that everything was fine, they would stay there until the end of the world, she was finally free ...
- No thank you, Sgt, that's okay.
- Human blood So what?
She did not look at Sam and only shook his head. Anyway blood Peggy was too much like pig's blood to be truly appetizing.
- So ... how's synthetic era we live ... And you, lovely Sam, a hot meal you would enjoy it. The werewolf roars almost
assent. Peggy vanished. In
host Sgt waited more civilians they are fed before moving on to important matters.
- It is clear that whatever the mission for which you commissioned Eric, I'd be more than happy to accept it.
- my Creator and myself you are very grateful. What are you doing Dick?
- Oh, the poor will have an unfortunate hunting accident, unfortunately, luckily he died a hero and slay the beast that haunted the reserve. The body is not too damaged, I should succeed in passing all without major difficulties, even in daylight. Pam knew that Sgt
was deliberately mention the detail to show that he was not subject to the same laws that they, that he could act in the day, even if it was saved there was a thousand times more powerful vampiric politics ... it is valid at any time. Put two vampires in a room and they immediately begin to compare the size of their instruments ...
- Can I offer you hospitality for that day?
She did not need to turn your head to see what that felt
Sat - No, Serg, we will withdraw. I just have one last question. Crump-Barrett was working alone? Sgt
unveiled its canines.
- Of course not, let's see, he was more eager apprentices.
Pam sighed, nothing could ever be simple!
- And what she could do with the blood of two human beings? Sgt
frowned.
- Nothing, for cons with the blood of three human bones of a child and the skin of a young virgin she could play to call a creature of the most charming.
She had half a mind to indulge in hysterical laughter, but it would miss class so she just smiled and said:
- Why did not I think of that!

xxx

They woke John but frankly, Pam did not care, they left him no time ticks on their clothing and entered.
- The police came, Sam, Commissioner Trinkell was found drained of his blood.
- Well at least it should not come back here anytime soon. We left the car so far that this is not a problem.
Pam's eyes began to close alone, she needed to sleep and quickly.
- We need a safe place to sleep, John, there is still another necromancer to eliminate.
The shaman stared a long time Pam sprawled on the couch, finally provided the dress and the corset would permit.
- I have a cellar.
- Thanks, John. Pam
eyes and parted the old man away to avoid being caught by the glamor. She smiled, she had always loved instinctive fear it could provoke.
- No crappy shots, old man. If I had to disappear under your roof unfortunately my Creator knows it and find you would be a breeze for him. And you will wish that death carry you well in hell wants to escape it. The old shaman
straightened, his eyes flashed.
- I have one word, vampire and hast thou shalt be safe under my roof tonight!
Then curiosity won out.
- You have a telepathic link with your Creator?
Pam leaned back on the couch.
- No, just a laptop.

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course all policemen in the region should be trying to get them, but that does not prevent them returning to Jaynesville. More than any small business to buckle and she would finally be free. Free to spend an entire night with Sam before returning to Nowhere, Louisiana.
But before that they had to neutralize a necromancer about to invoke something really not nice. Oh, a mere formality, by the way they do Serg was not even offered assistance, and the label wanted Pam vampire die rather than ask for help because that would imply that his master was weak and unable to fend for themselves ... So they hunted
alone.
Fortunately they did not need to go too far. The remains Cromp-Barrett was engulfed in flames and the strange votive altar before the fire was visible enough for them to know they had found.
other hand when preparing to summon a creature unnatural to say the least we could afford not to be discreet.
And Lily Archer was anything but quiet, disheveled, eyes huge, huddled in his great red dress in front of his altar resting on a large basin filled with blood ...
- Damn!
She had just seen Jacqueline gagged and saucissonnée against a tree. Just what he needed, to save a human ... At least it would be an eyewitness to prove she had nothing to do with this delightful ritual sacrifice.
- Take care of Jacqueline and I take care of our apprentice witch, she whispered to Sam before you pounce on its prey. Finally
trying. She could not touch it for good reason, she was visibly enclosed in a protective circle. Frankly she hated magic, a good fight in the mud against a werewolf when you want, but all hocus-pocus with magicians ...
short, she had better find a solution before it finishes its cast because she did not want to see chunks of meat that would result from the charming mixture on the altar. To break the circle

... She looked up to heaven, sometimes it was a bit slow. To break the circle was enough to break the circle of the most literal way possible. She put one knee and raised his fist.
Frankly she hated to do this, first because it was really wrong with the image she wanted to give of herself and then because it was putting the land all over his clothes and even worse under his fingernails! But sometimes he had to learn to sacrifice for a cause. And the least we can say is that because he was at heart.
The first punch shook the earth. The second caused the first crack. At the third stroke the crack broke the circle and she rushed in, grabbed the man without penalty and now in the air with one hand around his neck earthy.
- I think we have not yet been presented. I'm Pam, enchanted.
She smiled and shook a little, looking his legs shake and stir into the void.
- Oh, my poor little you seem very tired. Oh, am I stupid you want maybe I will rest?
His hand continued to shake, ensuring that it continues to breathe but not too much.
- Fear not, dear, I'll leave you alive. His canines were
outputs. What do you expect, it was a predator, this kind of situation so excited, almost by default, it was with bad karma and the eternal beauty sweetie.
- But first I want to know why. The deadly
ceased to move in all directions. His eyes blazed with rage.
- They deserved to die! All! These filthy hypocrites! They all abandoned me! They were supposed to protect me from him and they sent me home telling me not to lie! They deserve to be bled like piglets! Pam
let his gaze wander to Sam who was trying to calm Jacqueline crying, trembling.
- They deserved it! They all left to do! They caught me and made him like a runaway slave. They were all guilty!
She looked up to heaven.
- They let him continue to abuse me! They all knew it was my father and they let him do it! They have earned it! That was my revenge ...
- By the gods my daughter, will you stop whining! I do not care about your life. I've just asked me why put the murder on him.
The flow stopped speaking and looked at her with wide eyes.
- P ... Because you were there at the right place at the right time ...
She let her see her teeth when she smiles.
- First mistake: Never attack stronger than either.
She pressed a little harder.
- Second mistake: do not involve someone else in a murder. The human
planted her nails in the hands of Pam, trying desperately to make him let go.
- Third mistake: Do not blame me.
the human's eyes began to roll in their orbits. She dropped to the ground. She knelt and put his hand under his chin dipping his eyes in those of humans.
- The difference between you and me, darling, is that no one ever found her body.
And she entered her mind as one passes the threshold of his home, destroying everything she found. In this one that does more to hurt anyone and especially not likely to contradict the pretty things she would tell the police.

xxx

She awoke suddenly. Like every night. It never passed by that state of semi-consciousness that characterized the human sleep, she was always the death total sleep to life renewed his immortal body. She let
however enjoy a few moments of calm. She had finally finished with all these problems, more label Vampiric more necromancers, more police
More ... Sam ...
She stretched, feeling her breasts stretching the fabric slightly of her nightie. More ...
Sam
His tongue passed languidly on her teeth.
She was enjoying every second she could with the brunette.

xxx

- Honey, I'm back!
Eric looked up to heaven and sat sprawled in his chair, feet on the desk.
- So how was Wyoming?
Hot, humid, friendly, fiery, biting, playful, tireless, a breathtaking beauty ...
- You would have hated.
Especially this time, the Creator or not she would not have left
Sat - Besides, I've brought a memory.
She put the cooler on the desktop. Eric sat up.
She smiled at him open the lid and frown.
- Snow?
- Hey, at least you can not you complain that this is not done on site.
Former Viking plunged their hands in white powder and finally found the true gift for which she had risked her skin.
Eric looked like a big ruby quail egg.
- I've had the phone Sgt. It starts at the end of the week for Dallas. But Ruby is a nice present.
He smiled at his princess.
- You did a great job Pam. She raised
eyes to heaven.
- As if I could do differently! He passed
pearl headband.
- Remembrance ethnic?
- The proof of the boon which you have the elders of the Wind River Reservation.
He got up and took her in his arms in the twirling.
- Pam what would I do without you?
- nothing more and you eat badly and to grow, not to mention your hair cut that is detestable.
He merely embrace before placing it on the desktop.
- What would make you happy? Anything you want my beautiful ...
a pet. Everyone needs a good mechanic. It could even be bouncer. Or dancer. And then it would be so class ...
- New pumps. And a trip to Paris. With shopping. And you're carrying the packets. I even let you bring something for your mouse telepath.
Eric took her hand and kissed it.
- Anything you want.
She smiled.
- I'll change and then make sure you have not managed to screw up the whole bar in my absence. Eric
only laughed.
She closed the office door and began to undress by going to his room.
She dropped the latest clothes and threw a quick glance in the mirror. Her skin had already regenerated, erasing the marks of the previous night. She opened her closet and looked for an appropriate outfit.
If there was one thing she had learned and that the excluded forever from the exciting game of chess vampire was this: never want what you can not get it. That was what had killed Godric, luckily for her it would not kill Eric, who seemed to have postponed his interest Mouse Stackhouse, but this kind of desires were a bottomless pit that you inevitably brought to mischief bigger than you. Yet it was not someone too stupid and it was his beautiful skin.
She returned to the ice to retouch and restyle her makeup. His gaze clung to the last mark that paled in his neck. His fingers brushed mechanically.
She did not believe in bad karma, but she knew that all creatures desires led to their downfall. Yet it was clearly too good to die.
She tied a red scarf around his neck, spraying a cloud of perfume on his body and cast a last glance at her outfit.
Perfect.
She pushed the bit shorter than the other behind his ear. It was time to go stage. She mechanically took a deep breath, overlaid smile on his face and opened the door. On the dresser
dropped a lock of black hair in a tight red ribbon absorbed the last rays of light before the door closes.