. could I? She looked at the empty seats, glanced at me, and stepped in front of the seats, slinging the bag from her shoulder onto the floor of the ...carriage. Thank you God! She settled into her seat as the train doors slid shut, and the train gently pulled away from the station. I was trying not to stare. Honest! But she was a honey. I glanced as she smoothed what there was of her skirt over her tightly clamped thighs, and glanced again as she raised her shades and rested them up in her. She told herself she had it all under control.A small smile skittered on Kyra’s lips, as she pushed her designer glasses up her nose. She wondered what Alexis would think if she saw her now. She would likely laugh at her. Then again she would too, if it were someone else, lost in the deep, dark woods with only a nail file for protection. Something creaked behind her, and Kyra whirled, file at the ready. She positioned it like a dagger, rough surface glittering. Eyes darting she searched for the. Lily found her way to the library. She had a fascination with books and read much, but rarely more than a few pages of any one thing. She did not understand fiction at all, and only a few nonfiction works kept her interest. But Ashe knew she could leave her here, crouched on the floor with a thumb running back and forth over the leatherbound spines of each volume, for hours. Then Lily stumbled on the VHS tapes. "What are these?" Movies," Ashe said."Like the ones we watched before?" Not. I thoroughly conditioned my hair, hoping to detangle it when I got done in the shower. I hated having to stand on one leg in the shower, with my coordination, it just wasn’t safe. But it was all coming back to me from previous injuries, and I finished getting clean without incident. Shaving was a different story. I managed to shave the injured leg quite easily, by propping it up on the edge of the bathtub, like I normally would. My armpits were also equally simple. However, shaving my ‘good’.