”“What about that?” Parker pointed to the bloody rag.“One of them confessed and then got mouthy,” Nocturnia replied, “so I beat the fuck o...t of her.”“So ... their stories match. What’s the story?”“Somebody in House Maxwell let it leak that Mistress Maxwell was sending presents to our kids, and those presents were being delivered here. With the prices on the kids’ heads, this bunch decided they could make some easy money. They’re all merc-wannabes, none of them good enough to get in with any. I went to the door and put on my shoes. Feeling guilt and humiliation.I tried to open the door but could not and when I looked around Victoria was standing in the doorway topless. I was surprised at the fullness of her breasts.She turned and vanished into the room. I kicked off my shoes and followed.She was sitting on the bed. I went to her and kneeled down. Her eyes were closed. I took her breasts in my hands and kissed them. She gasped and began to breath heavily. I was suddenly filled with. Her life revolved around telling people off and almost getting things done. Next to Jo, however, her ideas sometimes came to fruition. She was good at tagging, scaring people off, or even kicking people in the shins, though was not a climber. She wore a small jacket and crop top, with shorts below that.Pila was a quiet, talented force for the party. Her painting abilities were a dream and often she could map out a giant tag in a moment. She was not, however, physical active in any way, or easy. Then my head started to ache, and all my memories flashed through my head. I remembered things I had forgotten for years, things from when I was still a baby. Then other memories came to me. These memories were not my own, and they weren’t as detailed. They were like fragments of memories, like some hallucination brought about by a fever dream. Most of them were horrible.” I stopped as I recalled the abhorrent things my past selves had endured at the hands of my own people. Such pain, such.