. . and what else? We need a fourthcategory. Should it be cold, as Nikki suggested?" There was a short silence. Sveta spoke up. "I think cold is not e...citing enough.How about crushing?" More silence. "Crushing is good," agreed Tiffany, urging thingsalong. "Any other thoughts?" "How about death by fucking?" The voice was maleand came from a smirking blond in the front row. It was just today's variationon a traditional recommendation, and it usually came from the male minority. "And who is the. "Her brown hair was an artful arrangement of braids and curls and delicate chains scavenged from Miller's own jewelry. He preferred the simple braid she usually wore; it meant he could see the fine curve of her neck.He took off his glasses and rubbed at the bridge of his nose, thinking through the possibilities. She might be telling the truth, or her sudden outburst might be intentional, a ploy to manipulate him into keeping silent. He did understand her need for secrecy, even if he resented. ” According to your Mom none of the new women over there have left your house since they got there. Your Mom says that Mara, Sara, and Tara are never too far from one another either.” My Dad said. “No need to separate a matched set Dad laughed. I got my eye on another you got stashed over there, but until you let those girls know they are free, you will be having guests.” Dad said. My Dad it seems thought this situation was so comical. I didn’t see that much humor though.I hung up the phone. I'm staying for a few days - no arguments. I'm going to let you rest now and go talk with Trent. I'll check back in on you later. Maybe I'll even give you another back rub — if you're good!" Mitch leaned over and placed a kiss on Tory's cheek. He slowly got up from the bed and kept the door opened slightly when he left.Trent met Mitch at the bottom of the stairs. "How's she doing, Commander?" Mitch could easily see the worry etched on the young man's face."You'll find, son, that as adults we.