" she muttered in that same wierdvoice. "B-But this really isn't a good time, that it isn't..." Hey, come on, I'm just hear for some food, that's all,... Sanosuke saidwith a frown. "I'm flat broke and starving. You got anythin' to eat?" N-No, Sano, lunch just finished that it did..." The rooster-headedstreet fighter blinked."Hey, Kaoru, you sure you're feelin' okay? You're starting to sound alot like Kenshin..."Another girly giggle came from the back door, as Kaoru seemed to sweateven. As I was walking there, I saw this black girl with the softest angora sweater. It was beautiful. I looked at her right in the eyes. I got to the waiting area, and she walked out walking past me. We locked eyes, and I told her what a beautiful sweater she was wearing. She walked over to me and whispered, "I'm going to the bathroom."I followed her to the bathroom and joined her in a stall. "You really like my sweater don't you?" By this time I was rock hard. She took down my pants and started. It didn't mean he wasn't a kind, compassionate guy. It just didn't appear that way from his face and voice. She finally gave a mental shake that was a bit visible and began to speak. "I am Michelle Richton. My parents and brother survived the Day and I was thirteen years old. We lived in Denver. Dad kept us inside during the worst of the time after the Day. My mom was a nurse and was at the hospital. She stayed there until there were no new patients. Dad got her and brought her home when she. Snow remained on the ground where it had fallen and since it was now night, much of it would remain until morning. The residents of Chicago heaved a collective sigh of relief as the hurricane that had inexplicably formed in the middle of Lake Michigan melted away in seconds. As life began getting back to normal, many of the food looters had an attack of conscience, and shamed by what they had briefly become, went back and paid for the food they had taken and for the damage, and in not a few.