Using the kitchen"s well hydrant was getting easier as the night progressed. Aimee worked the pump for nearly ten minutes to get clear water for Eve. Now, the rust and debris vanished in under five. In no time at all Brandy"s knife was clean and ready for the next Templar. She jacked the pump handle again, rinsing the tub, when she heard:
“You have many talents.”
Aimee recognized the leering voice and looked up with loathing to see Loup posed in the kitchen door. He"d have been more impressive without the black eye, but not much. “What does that mean?”
He rubbed his chest. “I like the way you pump that.”
Aimee released the handle and yawned. “Tell me, monsieur, assuming this were the time for such nonsense, which it clearly is not, does such a pathetic and impotent line work on the wom
