After a little thought, it soaked in that communication between we special people shouldn't be any different than me pushing into other people's minds... like I'd been doing all along. The only difference was distance, and I'd already been assured that was irrelevant. I wondered if those of us in possession of this special capability weren't already connected in some way.And I wondered about sensing him just before identifying his color. That seemed backward. As I reviewed my history with. .. are you really going to kill him?Roughneck 2: Hell yeah I am! You think I'm going to let this go?Roughneck 1: But he's a killer!Roughneck 2: Idiot! Everyone's a killer in Kyoto these days.(Behind them): Correct.(A man stands behind them, carrying two swords connected by a long length of chain.)Assassin: You'll be in the way. Leave us!(A scream rings out. Battousai looks up. One of the roughnecks comes running out.)Roughneck 1: Help me! Hel--(A sword flies out through his mouth. A jerk of the. Should be about a week, right? about 11 days total?" She nodded "Right...so how do you expect me to go 11 days without fucking you? I can barely go an hour with you"Mom blushed "Well, you know i wont be by your father's side the whole time, plus ive got a little suprise worked out for you" She winked. "Trust me, you'll get your fill, now..." She said unbuttoning her shirtNo more needed to be said, i trusted her. She was quite well organised, and i enjoyed her suprises.I kicked off the covers. As reluctant as I am torelease the following document, I feel obligated to do what my great auntwanted done following her death.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Veronica Smelts???? San Francisco, Calif.???? Nov. 10, 1978As I reflect back on my 65 years, a little more than 25 ofwhich I spent as a nun in the Order of the Sisters of St. Michael of theAngels, I look back from the perspective of the social changes brought by thoseyears,.