There is nothing that would help your drawings more than an eraser. You...” pointing at the only other guy left in the class, “ ... seem to think ...his is a drafting class. Your pencils are too hard and ground to too fine a point.”And so it went on. He hit every single one of us with our ‘isms’ as he called them. He’d pointed them out often enough. Everyone cringed as we waited for him to turn his pointy finger at us. But even I didn’t expect the criticism he directed at Mary. He’d always seemed. Don’t get cocky. He wasn’t trying to be, but what would any woman think if they had woken up naked in a place they didn’t recognize only to find a man in the kitchen making them chicken fettuccini? Probably not that they had been raped, but then again women of this time are horrifically unpredictable. But Rhys had a feeling that this girl, was nothing like any other woman he had met. Ever. What had the boy from Lucid said? She’s a fucking Huntress. Yes, he had heard of those girls. The girls. She said that the next stroke had been even worse and that she had let out a low moan as the tears welled up in her eyes. She told me that then it had been the turn of her left hand. She said that she could not believe she was going to get two on her left palm as well.She said that she had held out her left hand and screwed up her eyes. She said that she seemed to enter a different world as her palms received the two strokes from that terrible cane. The tears had escaped down her cheeks but she. 'I heard you as you told of bring attacked by those three hoodlums and what they put you through. I want you to know, David, that that should not have happen to you'. I replied 'thanks, but I've come to grips with it and have found ways to deal with the residual effects'. 'Oh', Thomas said 'and what residual effects are you referring to'. I looked at him as he kept his eyes on the road and said 'I don't think that I should say anything about that out side of group...'. Thomas cut me off 'don't.