It sounded absolutely horrible.Hayden had a way of making horrible things sound funny and maybe that was a coping mechanism or maybe she just had a de...ply dark and twisted sense of humor. I was okay with either one of those reasons. She fascinated me. She didn’t seem to understand why and I definitely didn’t know how to explain what made her so interesting.She would have just said that I was a ‘fatty chaser’ or liked piggy girls or something. She put herself down much more than even her sister. Taking a magazine off his belt, he ejected two shells into his hand. Putting the magazine back into its holder, he put the bullet end of a shell into each ear. Impromptu ear muffs that any old cop knows about. Walking to the closet, he opened the door, drew his pistol and aimed it at the floor near the wall. Having built the house himself, he knew that the double sills, two by twelves, were under the wall at the back of the closet. Calculating the angle, he sighted at the floor, then looked. ” Eventually she gave up asking, and we finished our breakfast. We sat on the couch for a while, her cuddling up to me, as we talked and watched the TV, until I decided we should go. We decided to get the bus, since it was a short ride to Steven’s, as we got on I noticed the bus was a little crowded, with no two seats beside each other free. As I sat down I pulled, my pet towards me, patting my lap as I grinned up at her. She hesitated a moment before she sat in my lap, a few passengers giving. " I followed her back in as shewent into the hallway and picked up her car keys from the small table bythe door. "Come on," she said holding out her hand, "I need to pop to theclinic quickly." What?" I said fearful of what was about to happen."I have to pop into work, so come on, you can sit in the car," she saidwith her hand still held out for me to take."You cannot be serious. There is not a chance in hell I am going anywheredressed like this," I said taking a step back into the kitchen.With.