" Ena added, even as Ryoko noticed something curious in the details...when the three had raised arms, the sleeves of their robes had slid back as was ...only normal. Her attention was drawn however to a series of odd bluish marks reveled. A strange tattoo, like a spider wed of veins, 'snaking' from Azusa's wrist to his elbows. A similar pattern adorned the opposing arms to midpoint on both women."Though I know his deeper, truer reason," Ena concluded mistily, apparently oblivious to Ryoko's. Some bullets made it though the bodies after all. I move the two men bodies away from the computer terminal. Pausing for a moment in order to decide if they deserving to be guided. I didn't technically kill them but I certainly did help get them killed.I don't know either of these men. But with so many little wars you never have a chance to meet the enemy until he is kneeling beneath your feet. I lean down to kiss my finger tip then brush their eyes."Find peace," I whisper and there is a soft. That was pretty much the answer to anything that the boys didn't want to answer. Pretty much the only outsiders allowed in were the boys dad—yup dad was allowed if checking on his sons welfare, or maybe to negotiate his coming home. Dad's were always allowed so we couldn't get accused of holding anyone there against their will. Dad had to agree that if his son just refused to leave, the dad had to leave without him. This was to continue a trusted relationship between the boy, the house, their. "I really do. It makes me say things I've never said before, but I like it." Jason enjoyed the smoothness of her skin. "Which hand do you use?" Rebecca grinned mischievously. "I'm ambidextrous." She wiggled all of her fingers in the air. "Do you ever look at dirty pictures?" Jason felt his face flush again. "Sometimes. But honestly, so much of what I see is too much. Too blonde. Too rich. Too made up. Too stupid. Too... big..." His hands were out in front of him, gesturing. Rebecca raised an.