Watching the bobbing rowboat below, Lorna tossed the ball from one hand to the other. She figured that even with something this small she could probably punch a hole right in the bottom of their stupid boat and see if they could swim, but Meghan looked like she was having too much fun with her revenge to end this little party that quickly.
She dropped the golfball, guiding it to hit one of the thugs right in the lap, laughing at the yelp of pain and shouted curses that floated up toward them. "I'll admit it Meghan, your buttpack is an ugly fashion statement, but it sure comes in handy. How much more do you have stashed in there?"