He seemed a little intimidated.“Sorry, I only kiss after at least three dates,” I said waving my open hand in front of him, with a big friendly smile on my face, “in Texas, we shake hands.”That snapped him out of it and Jude out of her frozen, deer-in-the-headlights state, too. He stuck his hand out. I didn’t try to crush it in my bear-paw. That would be rude, and it was unnecessary for me to do it. He already knew I could crush him like a bug. His grip was weak, but I kept mine at a professional level of firmness and shook his hand.“Oh, Bill,” Jude said, finding her voice, “this is Yogi Marcel. Yogi, this is my husband, Bill.” She seemed nervous. She stepped closer to me and took hold of my arm. I smiled and put my arm around her, sending a signal.“I just told him that, honey,” I said and kissed Jude on the cheek, sending another signal.Marcel spoke. His voice was a little on the high-pitched side and slightly nasally. He exuded smugness. I could tell by the way he carried himself,. "As he stepped closer to the window to glance out it, Ashley got her first really good look at him. As it was this afternoon, a layer of dirt covered both his clothes and his face, but she could see enough to reconfirm her earlier thoughts."He can't be more than a boy," she said to herself, "sixteen years old at most."Then she reminded herself that whatever his age, he had just killed two men in less time then it took him to think about it. It also occurred to her that despite her state of near undress, the top of her dress had been ripped enough to give him a good look at her breasts.That is if he cared to look, which he seemingly didn't. An omission that surprised Ashley. She excused herself for a few minutes while she changed into a fresh but equally worn dress.As she helped him carry the bodies outside, thankful that he had first covered Sergeant Rourke's face, or what was left of it, with a blanket, Ashley learned what had happened.Splitting off from his companions, the young.
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