"Jenny, I feel so guilty about how much I enjoyed being with you and Jim," Katie said. "I cherish your friendship and don't ever want anything to come... between us." I could tell that something was bothering you," Jenny said. "But there is no need to feel bad. I am the one that encouraged what happened. If you feel bad, it's my fault." It's not your fault," Katie said quickly, "I participated willingly. I just don't want you to be mad at me." I could never be mad at you Katie. I think you know me. My wound scoured by strange flames that come from within the damaged tissue. I’m cauterized from the inside. It burns through my flesh, and the worse the wound, the worse the fire.” “It must be awful,” Silmaria murmured, gripping him tightly as she shuddered to even imagine it. Being consumed by fire from the inside out… “It’s not what most would call a good time,” he chuckled softly, and shrugged his muscular shoulders. “But Mending…whatever it is, wherever it comes from, has kept me alive. Detective Torin had kept it a secret and saved the identity. The boss would know who she was, though not know what she looked like. It was the perfect disguise, or so they thought.Tom walked through the large glass doors to the front desk. No one would ever suspect this place as a hideout for Technocrats. Its high windows and fancy floors looked pristine. The guard, a gruff man, moved forward, his eyes falling on Tom's breasts."May I help you?" I'm here for an interview I believe," Tom said as. We'd been waving and exchanging greetings since the first day they started moving in. The real thing was that I found her immensely attractive. She wasn't torn from the pages of Glamour, but neither was I stepping out of GQ. She was on the short side, with a cutely distinctive face, always ready with a winning smile. Her eyes were like those of a doe's. Breasts that were, well, breasts. Breasts that were nicely apparent but wouldn't necessarily need a brassiere to defy gravity. Mostly what I.