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The thought of Germans brought up in her, of course, memories of the war, and more vividly, the events of the crash of the SS Landa. Elizabeth remembered how that idiot, Jeb, had professed some silly bucuresti infatuation he had with her sister. How darehe! Was it imobiliare bucuresti Olivia he had made love to under the stars of Harriramma only the night before? Was it Olivia he'd taken? No. No, it was her. It was Elizabeth and she knew that she deserved him, that he was hers, not that bony little of a sister. She was always taking things she didn't deserve, trying to take what wasn't right. Dammit! And he was hers. He was hers now, she'd made sure of that. No man would ever walk away from her. No man would ever dare scorn her again, especially Jeb. Running out on her like this? Disappearing without a word? Didn't he know he couldn't do that kind of thing? Didn't he know that wasn't allowed? Fuck him. She'd put a bullet in his heart the next time she saw him, just like she'd done to Olivia. She'd tell him what she'd done too, before she shot him. Then he'd know. Then he'd see what a fool he'd been to turn her away and choose Olivia. Then he'd see the error of his ways. Elizabeth pushed through the veil of red gl beads that served as a makeshift door between the rooms, imobiliare bucuresti and stepped into the imobiliare bucuresti den. She glanced around, some vague paranoia left over imobiliare bucuresti from time spent with her father forcing her now to make sure she was alone. She was. Her naked heels made no sound, save for a soft shuffling as she strode across the well worn moss carpet and towards the liquor cabinet. She glanced at the clock. Only nine am. She picked up one of the finely etched wine gles, loosely pouring vodka until it spilled over the sides. She bucuresti giggled as she threw back her gl and swallowed it down. As she saw his reflection in the mirror she wiped at her mouth with the back of her hand and screamed; hurling the gl into the wall where it shattered with a tremendous clash. What the do you want now? she slurred as she stared at him. Cutl lifted several strands of the red beaded tels up over his shoulder and made his way into the room. Little early, ain't it? She sneered and poured another gl. Cutl looked at the shattered gl. You know, between the two of us we've blown yahoo through enough of those to open a bar. Again she sneered, before gazing back towards the nearly empty brown cabinet. It had been full when they arrived the week before. I've got three gles left, she said as she took a sip from the third, including this one. Cutl nodded, making his way over to her. He poured himself a half shot of whiskey but stopped before it reached his lips. What? Don't tell me you're not man enough, sweetheart? She ed her eyebrow. He laughed without conviction as he tightened the cap on the whiskey and closed the cabinet doors. It all feels a bit early, me lady. She studied his ancient black beard. Alright, she said with a sudden look of charm, as she brushed back long, blonde hair, and pouted her cherry red lips, then dance with me. Dance with you? He smiled as she pulled at the collar of his blue captains coat. Yeah babe. She sneered as she set down her still half full gl on the