" Why do people always say that? Now, why would I let her go when holding onto her gives me such an advantage?" With her free hand she reached onto ...the back of her utility belt and pulled out a strange looking pair of handcuffs that had no chain holding them together. "Lie down on the bed and put these on your wrists," she commanded, throwing them through the air."What are you going to do?" I asked as I caught them."Break your little girlfriend's neck if you don't do as I say. You said you. There is no separate room for it”“What about peeing and stuff…?” Blaze asked exasperatedly.“Whatever do you mean, child?”Blaze gave himself a moment to think. Was he using the wrong words? No… “Umm… Aunty, what happens to food after we eat it?” He clearly remembered Jie Er mention dinner.“It gets absorbed by the body”“And then what? Does anything come out afterwards?”“Why would anything come out? If you eat something, it doesn’t come out unless you throw up. It just gets turned into energy for. The last place in the world I would choose to work would be in a cemetery. However it was the only job and I was almost out of money so I took the only work I could find. No way would I choose to work among grieving relatives and freshly buried stiffs. Don't get me wrong, I am as sensitive as most people about death and dying. If it is up close and personal it is horrible. On the other hand, if it ias someone else involved then it's sort of, gee, too bad and pass the sugar please.But I sure as. "The truth? Start with your name." My name, uhh... It's, you're not going to believe this, but, uh..." Try me." It's, it's," and with every syllable the level of his voice became quieter. "Jim," he at last admitted."First a girl named "Teal", and now "Gem": You two definitely belong to the same organization." No, not--" Jim's voice rose: "Gem! Yes, that's my name: Gem! That's a girl's name. And she's, I mean, I'm a girl! A girl: That's right! I'm not me, a guy." So. You admit it?" Mrs. G..