YES SIR...skipping classes again. You reach for my face cheeks, with the eyes peering threw me a single tear falls. SLAPP SLAPP SLAPP. Your tears wont...effect daddy this time, grabbing my face again, Im scarerd to speak. All i can do is take what ever you will do to me...SLAP SLAP AGAIN AND THE SLAP SLAP AGAIN, PIC out the first tool .. you say, may i unlock my hands?.. yes and i want you over the chair legs spread your hand holding the arms of the chair.... GIVE YOU THE STRAPP , smak smak. Then I can help you.”Worship, prayers, and blessings wouldn’t work on Rayner. Axel had an excuse to explain that.Then Axel saw the wicked glint in the man’s eye. He wasn’t offering prayer as a solution but as payment for saving Rayner’s life.In a tone of thinly disguised disgust, Axel asked, “Are you saying you won’t help me unless I convert.”As if not noticing Axel’s disgust, the healer said, “You cannot expect Hessa or her worshipers to provide such valuable services to the unbelieving. Not. She sat unmoved on the wooden floor, her hands in her lap and her face expressionless. She had waited for him. She was a hostage here, her real parents long dead. He said he would come for her, he owed it to her father, but he had lost his titles when his lord, her father lost his life.The bandit climbed the few steps to the porch and came to a halt between the doors that used to frame hundrets of pure white sheets of parchment. One was torn to shreds by the fighting and looked like it would. It was like the whole congregation wanted to saysomething about Simon's parents.Simon just sat there tears flooding down his face as child after childcame forward telling their words from their heart about his Mum. Whenthe children dried up somebody from where his Dad worked came forward.These were more salient memories; less emotional but none the lessaffected Simon just as much. The half an hour church service turned intoan hour and a half."Our eyes, Lord, are wasted with grief;you know we.