" The group's translator, arms outstretched.The thought of what it would look like, her walking scruffy sailors home was bad enough but holding one of...their hands, a married woman, it was just wrong. Yet, her hand was now in his, the coldness of the night gone with the touch and heat from his hand, the feeling of joy from him being happy was now euphoric.As they crossed the main street, all the shops were closed, and still, no one was around other than the seven of them. Two of the men became. That evening I cut my hand in an attempt to shock her into quitting. She saw it the next day. She was hurt but my plan failed. I know that was ridiculously stupid. The shame you feel after hurting yourself to cope is difficult to deal with and I’ll be honest and say that the shame sometimes made me feel so bad that I actually harmed myself twice in the space of a few minutes. The term vicious cycle has been used to describe self-harm. I completely agree. It’s exactly the right term to. Jake decided to try to help. He whistled and the two eels came to him. He needn’t have done it as they were almost back. His whistle though grabbed the woman’s attention. Seeing the two eels attach themselves to Jake’s arms caused her stop mid-sentence. In her shock, she released the two boys who darted off to stop in front of him. “Can we throw these for the eels Captain please?” they asked even faster than Cali had.“Sure, just a second let the eels get ready first.” By the time, he had. "May I help you ladies?" Yeah, we're here for breakfast," Scooter replied. "Jennlynn told us to drop by if we ever got in the area, and we saw her plane's here."There was a "snap" as the gate unlocked. "Well, come on in," the voice said. "Jennlynn's here, but I don't think she's up yet, she partied pretty late last night."Taking another deep breath, Scooter pushed the gate open and led the way up an Astro-Turf sidewalk to an ornate front door. Before they got to the door, it opened, and a.