Greg set his drink down on the table between our chairs and stood in front of me. He took my hand, and pulled me into a standing position and hugged m...e firmly. "I am so sorry that I that I ran and hid. I promise it won't happen again." "See that it doesn't," I sobbed, my tears were soaking his shirt as he held me. The hug was not sexual, but it was loaded with affection and emotion. He held me for thirty or forty seconds as I cried quietly in his arms. Suddenly, I was surprised when I felt his. It needed a lot of work, which took time away from other projects, but I felt it was worth it. By the time I was done overhauling it, I had a good running car that took me wherever I wanted to go.I packed my stuff, and made the trip home, taking it easy. It took me most of the day, but my car ran like a champ the whole way. Mom took one look at my car and laughed."Tom Wilshire! What on earth are you doing with that old rattletrap? Surely you could have gotten something better? Your dad left you. I felt more and morehelpless in her hands. We were waiting for dinner to be announced, when LadyHartley, a handsome matron of forty-five, came to me, took me bythe arm, and led me into a little drawing room which led offfrom the big one. She pointed to a sofa. "Lie down there on your face, young lady," and as Ihesitated, she pinched my ear painfully. "At once." ReluctantlyI stretched myself out on the sofa. Oh, what did she mean to dowith me ? "I saw something written on the sole of your. I lost the ability to regulate my body heat through perspiration. According to the doctors, I shouldn't be able to live sustaining such a high temperature. It's what I have left from the flames of Hell. It's not just my arms. Legs. Belly. Chest. My entire body continues to burn. And of course, (pointing to his head) here as well. So my voice became pure heat, without a trace of coolness. And one day I began to speak the truth.Man's true nature is violence, and this world is Hell. Shishio:.