I mean my first reaction was anger, but then I thought more about it. Even if the people involved knew that it was something they shouldnt have done, ...hey never harmed me. They never forced me to do anything. My life was my life, and although its different, and I wouldnt do what I did again, it is like everything that we go through. The past is the past, and with knew knowledge comes a knew reality. It just so happens that in my past, in my old reality, I was anything but the simple,. Wednesday, and there was a serious overtone this time. Fortunately the Traviata sets had been struck and the borrowed one for Tosca was already in place. Since each act is in a different location, a basic design was supplemented by flats representing the various sites—a church, Scarpia's inner sanctum and a jail—which could be shuffled on and off between acts. But we wouldn't need those for the rehearsals, so we had no technical crew to trouble us.Karpathian greeted Minaghieri effusively as the. Liquid, clear-ish red, hit the rock as his knife began moving down the length of the sacrifice's body, following the ribs. It had been years since he had filleted a fish, but Tom's hands were steady. One filet now off, he turned the fish over, repeating the process. The rock under his hands warmed, as if nourished by the blood. So, too, the tree before him glowed."In the name of Wisdom, I offer this in thanks."Both filets off, he left them on the alter and picked up the carcass by the tail.. Jen: So, miss Elena, did I improve my techniques?Elena: It’s so so. It could be better.Jen: Could it be better? I’ll show you!Jen pushed Elena on the bed.Elena: Wow! I didn’t expect that!Jen jumped on top of Elena and started kissing her aggressively.Jen: So?Elena: Yes, that’s much better.Jen: Thank you!Elena: Well, your kissing game improved. You get an 8 out of 10 from me.Jen: Just an 8?Elena: There is always room for improvement. Now let’s see those titties.Jen: What?! No!Elena: Come on! No.