Assets. . . above. But she was beautiful. Her pupils red and full of fire. Though you can't describe the rest of her face. She always wore a mask. One... day you'd find out though.You yawn and walk over to your room. You open your door to plop yourself down onto your bed. The plant thing was goddamn a pain in the ass to kill, Not only did it sting Drista and nearly impale you. But all you had was a sword, A nearly unconscious party member. And you were starting to find out the thing could only be. How can I help you?" A pleasant-sounding woman's voice answered her call."Oh ... good afternoon. My name is Amy Conway. I was wondering if I might have a word with one of your people ... John something. I met him in Ipswich. It's about Tom Carmichael." Ah ... that would be John Shepherd, I think. Just a moment."After a longish pause, she heard, "John Shepherd..." Mr. Shepherd. I'm Amy Conway. We met on board Emily Jane and you gave me a lift home. I wanted to ask you something about young Tom. She hadn't held hands with a boyfriend like that since she was at primary school!After a while she felt a natural acceptance that, when they walked together, Stan would take her hand. Not that Stan would be leading her, far from it — as the naturally fitter person, as well as the one who didn't avoid exercise when possible, Anne tended to be in the lead.Stan, for his part, had decided that he didn't mind at all, he was happy and content to walk anywhere with Anne. At least his mind was, his. Fast forward we've been jamming out for a few weeks and I noticed after practice Taylor would always get real flirty. As we're packing up she says to me "first show tomorrow night you ready?" I say "ready as I'm gonna be" She looks me up and down and says "can't wait to see you in action" winks and turns and walks away. I stair at her as I did most the time. I always noticed her outfits, she didn't wear clothes the way normal girls did. Today she had on just jean shorts and a t-shirt but her.