Over dinner we discussed Mugabe, the Lions the weather and the possibility of more soldiers arriving, “I think we have rendered this lot Harmless” mentioned Manser. Sex Manser’s friends Harry and Jennifer Wainwright were keeping a low profile throughout the incident and Manser invited them to see the show. Manser returned his smoking pistol to his underarm holster. “We need new truck, we take yours.” the lead thug announced. It was not too bad, a rock had bent the rear propellor shaft and the bottom hose connection was torn from the radiator, but she sounded sweet enough so I figured a bit of work, and they could be on their way. “Thank you” I said sincerely as I helped her dress. “Did you enjoy that Jennifer?” Manser asked. “We need new truck, we take yours.” the lead thug announced. I was making this fitting to hold her firmly in place on a saddle. “Bloody shoot them then”
Jennifer was a wonderful shot, with her short barrelled carbine she got a red stain spreading from one thugs crotch and the other one shot in the kneecap with single shots, the leg slowly buckled and the thug tipped into the water, suddenly the water boiled, crocs swimming furiously towards their meal and then horrifyingly the water turned a frothy pink stained with blood.
