” she whispered. “But it can get better? It hurt awfully where you were pressing me at first.”“Do you think you could stand having that done a...few times more if each time it isn’t as bad as the last? With it getting a little better each time?”Amelia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “If it helps, then yes.”“That’s good, because when I pressed there, I could feel the scar tissue next to the nerve move a little, meaning it pulled away from the nerve a bit. Doing that relieves the pressure. . You were worried?" said Danielle."Honey, if you think we couldn't see how depressed you were getting ... But we didn't think it would come to this!" I ... I'm sorry," said Danielle. It was such a lame excuse, but it was all she could think of to say. The truth was, she hadn't noticed they'd noticed. She'd been dead to the world for most of the last five months. She wondered if Liz was still speaking to her.Not long afterwards, the psychologist arrived, introducing himself as Aaron Freitas.. Hehad a much harder job of matching the panties and left a string ofintrigued shop assistants behind him as he went from store to store. Buthe eventually found what he was after in a specialist lingerie shop.Once again, he decided to get more than one pair - though this time heopted for more variety, choosing everything from the skimpiest thongs torather larger boyshorts. The young woman who assisted him was kind enoughto let him try all of these on to ensure the right fit - and to changeinto. Then one of the Amran soldiers kicked the ball on a trajectory that would take it over the fence erected by the Jade Warriors. Both Shields who had been watching the action shot the ball before it reached the fence. From inside the camp, another half dozen shots rang out sending the now shredded ball back to the Amran troops. The ball never reached the fence.The Amran soldiers gathered around the dead soccer ball as if mourning the passing of a dear friend. It was obvious that every shot fired.