Our home had been invaded. Two men had been killed and the third intruder and I had been shot. My eldest daughter, Taylor Erin O’Dell, had been shot... in the head and killed. The EMT’s came along with the police. The police took one look at the situation, and all of the kids, and called the folks at DFS, and the agency that makes sure the government is at the ready to overrule the rights of the family, visited our home. Of course, I could do nothing because I was shot and unconscious on the way. The two of them communed for the better part of two hours, starting with his tail wrapped lightly around her wrist. He'd first proposed sitting on her shoulder as he did mine with the tail touching her neck, but she quickly vetoed that idea; she had, apparently, something of a phobia about things coming near her throat. Understandable in a singer, I supposed, though it had never bothered me. Idly I wondered whether that might change in time, now that I'd found my full voice.The wrist thing,. I like to take off my clothes ... you know ... hang out down there in the nude ... It's kinda a thing with me ... I like being nude ... when I can ... like ... uh ... whenever I have a chance ... and I found out that's a place I can do it..."Mike's heart continued to pound. So he was right. That was indeed what she had been doing in the library when he met up with her."I'm not weirded-out by that at all, Ruthie. I think it's awesome that you have the guts to do that." You're not weirded-out?. I will see what they need.'' He knew exactly what they could do to his little girl, he heard the stories before. But he knew it was too late to run or hide. There was a loud rap at the door, and a man's deep voice demanding to open up. ''We know you're in there! Bring her out to play!''The door burst open to a loud roar of laughter, and a group of soldiers poured in, five, ten he lost count almost twenty. Everything was a blur, moving in slow motion. The door of the bedroom was thrown.