<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>On the deck</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Trying not to get shot up</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Damn, she'd hoped to stay out of it for longer.  But it didn't feel like a good idea to antagonise this woman, who sounded slightly crazy!  Emily looked up.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh!  Hello!" it was the blonde from the pool.  Was it?  Emily tried to take in her weird appearance and disentangle the person from her weird getup.  She looked crazy as well!</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">"Oh sure," she took her phone, feeling dazed and intimidated.  "I don't know if she'll take a call at this time though.  I only have her work phone as she hates it if people bring work into her private life."</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily tried to raise a smile for this voluptuous, sexy it had to be acknowledged, but crazy girl,  How old was she?  It was hard to tell!  She opened her phone and dialled Rebecca's old number.  It hadn't answered for years,  Anyway Don Michele's number was too disguised to be identified, being a labelled as a utilities company and needing an edit too. She let it ring until she got the autromated message.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">"No sorry," she said, trying to sound friendly and disappointed, "she's not answering.  Why do you want her though?  Maybe we can help?  You were at the party weren't you, looking after the children?  I'm Emily."</span><br/>