"Because I can," he answered with a kindly smile. "You are a victim of circumstances that are not of your own making. You need help. You are safe here...and I can well afford to help you. Besides, this house needs you. You and your son bring some new life into the place. We'll both know when it's time for you to go, but it won't be before you can give both Jamie and yourself adequate care. That means food and shelter in a safe location, as well as some income."The tears started once more, but. She was right, there was only one of me and there would always be Damsels. But my ego had a hard time sacrificing innocents to preserve my hide.We came to a simply agreement. Kill everyone and anyone who posed a threat to either the Damsel or me. Now that was something I could understand. Kill them all and let the Powers that Be sort them out.It wouldn't be pretty but it would be very effective. Of course I usually killed with single shots from either the M21 or M14 sniper rifles, or triple. ) to me in my room getting dressed. I picked out a pair of boot cut low rise jeans, form fitting white button down blouse and a pair of brown ankle length boots with matching belt. After getting my clothes sorted out, I sat down at my vanity, which doesn't exist, and started doing my makeup. It was weird to watch as my hand applied everything without any direction from my brain.When I finished I looked like any other girl my age. I wasn't drop dead gorgeous or anything but I was attractive in a. She is sporting a typical lazy-college-girl outfit; very short shorts and one of those slim, female-fitting band t-shirts. Girls put way too much hype on getting all dolled-up, as this simple get-up had you turned on as soon as she showed up.While playing a co-op adventure game, you are sitting on the floor leaning back against the couch, and she is sitting Indian style on the cushion next to your head.Seemingly out of no-where, she starts a discussion. "You know," she begins, "I haven't really.