’ I shrugged. ‘The gloves are very much a part of me, as does what they conceal.’ ‘So what do the gloves conceal?’ she challenged. ‘Are y...ur hands disfigured? Are you suffering from some sort of disease?’ ‘They’re definitely not disfigured,’ I assured my friend, ‘but I’m not sure if ‘disease’ is an appropriate word…’ Crystal leaned back in her chair, frustrated. She did not care much for mysteries, which was partly why she was such a good police detective: She would stay on a case until it. Left behind, however, was the red crystal, still in Gauguin’s filigree necklace, and the metal of Voertrer’s bracelet and Rattanakosin’s necklace.Construct woke up. “Thank you, Lord.”“What the hell just happened, Construct?”“I don’t know for sure, Lord.”“Is the Order truly finished”Construct seemed much more certain as he answered, “Yes, Lord. The Order is gone. I can sense no crystals able to endanger you or those you care for.”Jack looked at the crystal and the red shard. He picked up the. Some little moments written here may not be 100% accurate as some parts are based from memory. However, the main points of the events did actually happen. This is just another story that shows how I am truly garbage. If you don't believe that these things happened, you are free to believe so. It's not like I gained anything from this happening to me anyway. It's mainly me venting and expressing just another event in my pathetic life that occurred to me... My writing skill isn't anything to. But a few songs in he was working himself up to placing his hands on my hips, and I didn’t find myself fighting him off. Despite his moment of bravery, I could still tell he was nervous, his hands trembled at my sides. But he didn’t stop trying. About forty five minutes later, we were still dancing. The dance floor was getting cramped with all the extra bodies, and it meant we had a smaller space to work with in terms of dancing. With the floor now flooded with swaying bodies, the DJ changed.