”“Are you doing alright?” I asked her as a formality.“I appreciate your concern, but I think you don’t need to worry about me right now,” ...she answered honestly. “You need to worry about both my sister and yourself.”“I mean, that’s what I’m doing, yeah?” I asked her with a shrug.“Yeah.” she answered softly. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re doing the right thing.”“I sure hope I am.” I replied. “So, I guess I’ll talk to you when I ... talk to you next.”“Yup. Daisy replied. I waited for her to. How he had moved faster than any man possibly could. How he had broken bones as if they were twigs from a branch. How there had been fangs from where his canines should be. How he had reached down to the boy who had almost raped her and bit him; how he had drunk his blood. A deep low sigh escaped the man in response and he moved away from Ari and sat on the floor near the door, putting as much space as possible between them. Had Ari thought his eyes had been sad before, then that was nothing. Samantha had picked up on Wendy's discomfort with her some months ago,although never one to think something when she could say it aloud, itwas not difficult to know how Wendy felt about much. I imagined thisbarely disguised disgust made Wendy's having to pay Samantha's price,that much better for the latter. It was a confirmation of power; areaffirming of the prison's hierarchy. "What are you asking for thisinfo?" Wendy knew the answer before she asked the question."Patience dear, patience.. ..honest. I mean about yourpanties. I just was looking at that page for a second. It doesn't meananything.....honest" So I started showing him how I knew he had spent a lot of time at thosepages. And I was setting my trap. "It's OK, sweetheart. I know there arelots of boys who are curious about stuff like this. I'm sure you're notthe only 12 year old boy who wonders about panties. Actually, I thinkit's cool. That a guy would be interested in a girl that much to want toknow more about what she.