<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alice Green</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Huntress'</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice stood there on the door wearing only pants and a bra, and crossed her arms as Peter spoke. She laughed when he asked if she was always dropping her beliefs so quickly around him. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Not all of them. I still think you're a motherfucker"</span>, she reminded him. <span style="color: #4040FF">"And a pretty dirty-minded one at that"</span>. Alice then gave him her best wide-eyed gaze. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Don't say that, even as a joke. If you really must knock me up, tell your little 'swimmers' to wait until we leave this hell hole."</span><br/><br/>Alice placed the pillow in front of her and laughed when he 'perfected' the plan. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Oh, well, I think I can cook naked, that's a reasonable deal."</span> She shook her head, still laughing, and went to toss the pillow back on her bed.<br/><br/>Putting on a t-shirt and shoving her feet in a pair of sneakers, Alice tied her hair on a pony tail and went back to Peter's room. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Come on, you demanding motherfucker, let's go".</span> She tugged on his hand softly. <span style="color: #4040FF">"And stop verbalizing anything referring to knocking me up, you'll jinx me."</span><br/><br/>Alice only spoke again as they were making their way back to the hospital. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Don't say anything funny when Serge asks what took us so long. Unless you want a few broken teeth to match your ribs."</span></div>