I woke up on the couch, feeling very disoriented. Jackie was right next to me and I had a cold compress for my forehead."W-What happened?" Not telling..." she grinned. "I like you, I like how shy you are about what you want, I like how you've been respectful of me -- well other than ringing my doorbell at 1:30 in the morning, but I can understand." She took a few moments. "And you're kinda cute," she paused. "Barbie."It took me a moment to realize what she called me."Barbie?" I've decided I'll. He was watching Marilyn curiously. Something about the way she had told the story intrigued him. She’d been telling it as an example of the horrible things that were happening, but there had been more than horror in her eyes. Even in her voice, he thought. There had been a kind of perverse fascination. Or was he imagining it? The way she had said, “And she couldn’t do a thing about it.” The way her eyes had flickered for an instant knowingly. Later, while. Not at the king, but at his people.Heurtic spat, careful to do it downwind, as the wind on top of the pyramid was quite brisk.He'd been wrong, hadn't he? He'd lived when so many others had died. That priest had died for him. Dralm had been the name of the priest's god. Heurtic swore fulsomely. He'd been a blind fool. A high priest of Dralm had died to save Heurtic, a common man who labored in the fields of the God-King. More, that priest had taught soldiers how to fight the plague, and they'd. "Leave your panties on," she whispered. "You don't even have to come out if you don't feel comfortable with your foster father seeing you."Foster father, Di mocked to herself. Technically it was true, but she'd been thinking some rather un-fatherly thoughts about him since Carrie had left the night before. In the market she'd caught him peeking at her and saw his blush when she noticed the direction of his gaze. It still didn't come off as creepy, though. His constant smile made her want to.