Once the penance was complete, the man was brought back into the gentle grace of god. A woman killing another woman was likewise afforded penance.A ma... killing a woman did not even have to suffer penance, so long as the death was justified. Such a killing was just a general right for all men.A woman killing a man, though, was completely proscribed. There was no penance. There was only one punishment for a woman who had taken the life of a man – slow, painful, torturous death. The qal’dasare –. She had fancied Liam, he was a good looking man, and she had fallen for him as he ‘helped’ her through the divorce. Her love for John kept him at arm’s length, but once she was told John was out of reach, she let him in.He was a good lover; he was loving as well, treating her well, looking after her, always considering her. She knew he was in love with her, and she had felt affection and lust for him. She had been happy with him, and could see a future with him, and when he had asked her to. "What the hell are you doing......" Come on, he likes you, you like him, wheres the harm?" Tracy smiled."I have to go, am meeting Rich for a night of passion, see you later." And she left.I couldn't believe it, she had set me up - fair enough, I liked the guy but come on, this was not right."Has Tracy gone? I thought she was here for the night." Ian said, as he gave me my drink."She has gone to meet Richard, or maybe she has gone to set up someone else". I laughed as I realized this was a. Now, I had to face this world alone. At fifteen, bisexual, braces, five-seven and completely fucking weird, life wasnt going too well. I still hadnt made eye contact with anyone in particular, but it was my first mistake in doing so. What the fuck is wrong with his eyes?, shouted the asshole again. They all stared. They always do. Everyone does. And I hate it. I was born with a genetic mutation that has been passed down through my mothers side of the family. It is known as Alexandrias.