"You're such a nut," Dara replied feigning disinterest, "how much is in there?" That would be thirty two fluid ounces, or sixteen for each of us. More...than enough to do the trick thank you very much." God, it's been so long," Dara uttered as she stared at the heavenly crystal clear liquid in front of her, "I'm not sure I should drink though Ket, I've got stuff to do today, Tom will be up-" You're k**ding right?" Ket deadpanned through a sly smile. "Get the glasses already."Dara returned her. ”When she asked what fire lynched was he pointed to the foundations. Even after the many decades, there was still a scorched look to the inside of the bricks, and the ground inside the foundations looked... different... from that in the field.She shivered and gripped herself with her hands nearly digging into the flesh of her upper arms. Then she stood looking at the ground between the picnic table and the brick foundation for several minutes. Finally, he lifted her head so that they could look. Considering the coercion that went into getting Han to do it, it really must have been a task for her to manage swallowing every last drop. The insight didn't awaken any new feelings of empathy for Han, but the better understanding of the effort that I'd just been given did add another element for me to savor as part of my memory. Aside from that, the feeling that I had drinking Claire's piss was one of pure and filthy surrender. I know Han felt resentment, but I wonder if she felt anything. Chen was about 5'5 in height and had a slim build, along with slanted eyes and black hair showing his mixed ancestry. Whether Chen realized it or not; he had the build of a miniature supermodel. The only thing that might cause someone to hesitate hiring him would be his size and his choice in clothing which hid a lot of his body, but obviously not his face which any woman would to look at. Chen's brown eyes searched her face with a reserved curiosity naïve to all this information since he had.