No matter how hard or long Dante tried, she couldn’t keep the memories away. In fact, trying only seemed to emphasize her pain. Not bothering to fr...shen up in the bathroom of her small shabby house, Dante slugged her robe adorned body toward her bedroom door. The wooden planks creaked underneath her feet and the door similarly made the same sound as she opened it. She really hated loud noises. Which was kind of ironic, since her field of work dealt with guns. Well, more like former field of. I stuck the big bowl out with all sorts of candy in it. More chocolate than anything else. The little witch and her brother the vampire said, "Trick or Treat!!!!" I smiled. There parents thanked me. I then watched the next set of k**s come up. I put down the candy for them to choose. I did this for about an hour. I got maybe 40 k**s and some adults.From 4pm to 6pm was the same thing. Got a few teen k**s trick or treating. Had half of my candy gone. I started to add more candy in there baskets. He moved off her, and she backed into the spoon. Almost surrounded by him, she drifted off.She woke to sunshine alone in the bed, and got to the bathroom barely in time. She decided to delay her shower until it was time to dress for the wedding. She dressed in blouse and jeans. By the time she got downstairs, everyone but Richard had eaten. He seemed to be on his third waffle.Her family was due in to the airport soon after one. Everybody had met in Denver and come together. She introduced Eric. A number of willing volunteers went through the same process that Cheryl and Jeffrey had; Cheryl was no longer unique in that respect. The government clamped down on Genetic Modifications without specific approval, fearing that with the tank, one man and one woman could turn themselves into a race which could exterminate the rest of humanity. They would approve specific biological designs on an individual basis; a lengthy process full of red tape. Only a tiny fraction of applicants would live.