There was a sway, almost a skip in her step as she walked which made her skirt sweep her satin smooth legs several inches above her white knee socks. ...im could feel the blood surging to his loins as he watched Scarlet cross the room, her eyes downcast. At first he mistook this for shyness but then he realized that she was more likely watching the image of her lacy slip reflected in the obsidian finish of her mary-jane shoes. Scarlet reached the bed and knelt in front of Tim, her pink tipped. Shivering… standing…. hesitating. Then running, down the street, down the sidewalk… Black hair streams behind as the moon catches a glimpse of green embers in a desperate face, almost hidden by heavy lashes. Her breath is quiet in the street but loud in her ears, almost as loud as the thudding of her heart as she races…. Nothing pursues her, no one follows her from the door… but she runs as if the town chased her with torches and pitch forks. Out of the streets she runs, into the hills,. “Okay,” she said.“Zoe your dad lost his legs in the war. He lost them because he needed to get away from here, really from me and your mom. When your mom divorced him to marry me, it made him very sad. And, when he left, he did not know that you were in your mommy’s tummy.“It was a long time until he found out that you were even alive and that he was your daddy. When he found out, he was very sad, maybe even a little angry.“We were able to calm him down some after he saved you and me in that. ”, I replied. “Why?”, she asked. “Because I was tired of being bullied in school.”, I answered. “So now you go around kicking ass?”, she inquired. “No, not at all.”, I answered. “Sorry, I just don’t get it.”, she laughed. “Sometimes in life there are things you will never understand. It’s easier to just let those things go.”, I replied.“Damn, that’s deep.”, she quickly shot back. At that point I had to get in the pool and clean the steps and ladder rungs. I took off my shirt and set in on the.