"There yet, you did not have enough of me then? So you are sniffing my knickers? " She said in her fucking sexy accent. "I did, I just.... what did yo...u say? " I replied, I had never heard that word before. "You lil prev, you are sniffing my knickers, kni...ckers" she was just looking at me with a surprise gesture. "I never heard that word before, and yes I was admiring your scence," I was in trouble, I did not know what else to answer. "Well, thanks luv," she took the knickers out of my hand,. Would want to help me? After what I did to your father?" Yes. Because I believe in Mercy."For a moment, he wavered, then the anger came back."Mercy is for the weak! I have to be strong!" Believe me, it takes strength to show mercy. I could hate you for whatyou did to my father. But it wouldn't change it. Mercy is ... harderthan vengeance, but at least it's not a dead end." You want mercy? I'll give you some. I wont kill you right now. I'llgive you a year to find that book and give it to me. If. The workers were rolling down the screen down and hooking it tight to the floor. Mandy’s mom, in her elegant blue dress, smiled simply as she watched. Mandy’s father sat down on the lowest tier of the bleachers. He sucked back on a fat water bottle. The brother smiled broadly at me from a few rows higher.Seth Matheson was a lot like his sister. He was short, slender, ginger, and made you hate him. He was dressed in a thin sweater and bland jeans. He wore pristine white sneakers, his legs kicked. I slipped my right arm around her, my hand rubbing her right arm, and my left hand started to rub her thigh. I rocked her a little and she placed her head on my shoulder. Every time a bolt would flash, she would bury her face in her hands and press tighter to me. I felt lost, not knowing what to do to calm her. We sat like that for who knows how long, but she finally pulled herself together. She sat up straight and I looked over to make sure she was alright. Her eyes were a red and her eyelids.