She was always used to being second place, never first. So when AustinWoodworth asked her out to prom, she couldn't possibly refuse the grandprize. Sh...e held onto him all throughout her senior year, changing herlook, hanging with his friends, sex, alcohol - she did whatever sheneeded to keep her man, and when he finally popped the question aftergraduation, she dared not refuse.But now all of that meant nothing now. He was out of her life forever...---It was just another average day in the town. It was utter darkness, where even her elven senses had trouble piercing the veil. Moving her head forwards or backwards though would confirm that she was in a very small pocket of air, until her eyes looked up to see a long hollow section of the rock that lead up to the starry sky. It was far to small for anyone larger than a pixie to get through. It did however, provide fresh air into the embankment. The slick hands pulled away from the womans ankles, fading away into the cool water of the. Shewas right! Yes, now I understand, and I start to doubt what happened toher." What do you mean? She died, right?" I start to doubt even that. One year ago we announced that we aregetting close to a human trial. Strange things began to happen then.Some government people suddenly became interested in our research. Iunderstood that the military and some agencies tried to recrut Dr.Kasden, but she refused to cooperate, she said it's against herprinciples."Richard took a big sip of coffee before. Pretty girls. Very pretty girls. Not-so-pretty girls. And ugly girls. Yeah, the entire spectrum. Muscular girls. Chubby girls. Lean girls. Hot damn. I liked what I saw. Harold was approached by a tall, sexy young woman with long black hair, light bronze skin and gray eyes. She wore a crimson letterman jacket. Harold smiled and kissed her, then introduced us. The young woman looked me up and down. Claire Kesson was her name. She was a member of the Women’s Intercollegiate Rugby team at Anne.