It would be a valuable practice for her, for life is such that you often get to make the most difficult of decisions, not others.In the meantime, whil...e she was pondering her defense, I checked her out. She was just a head shorter than I, taking after her mother's dirty 'Blondie' look that reached down below her shoulder blades. Her eyebrows, though, were dark, closer to red than to yellow, and it sometimes gave her an exotic look. The gold loops that were her earrings complemented the softness. While recovering from the pain Majgen came to her senses. By the time her headache had dissipated she was fully awake and fairly calm. If she had sensed vindictive emotions in Baglian, she would have sunk into new frights. However, her teacher was not angry. He had understood her attack had sprung from confusion and nightmares. Even though the attack had been aimed at him, it had not been meant for him. Majgen lowered her hands and looked at Baglian. ‘I am not Femaron Braygen, I am Femaron. X x x x x xHer eyes closed smiling at me as her neck arched deep into my hand. For once I didn’t know what I was doing. I felt strange like I should have been scared but nonetheless I couldn’t help but reach in to touch this beautiful creature. I began to lift her veil, slowly exposing her soft rounded lips before she grasped my hands with her small, cold fingers. My heart pounded like never before and instinct took over me as I lost my mind. I took her face in both my hands and pulled her lips. "You'll see."With that she got up and walked in the direction of their sleeping car.March 15th, 6:15 PM CT, O'Hare International Airport, Chicago, ILBarry was quite frustrated. First of all, Krista and Justin didn't care to go to Salt Lake City. Second, Amtrak was entirely uncooperative with telling him what train his niece was on, nor what her destination was. That agent, Margaret, was entirely uncooperative- she seemed to almost be laughing at him. Especially since he described the douchebag.