.. for that much pain I want to be red." I'll take a picture and show you"Slick snapped the picture and I don't know if you're familiar with polaroids.... but they aren't the brightest and truest most colorful things. I was disappointed with what I saw."But.. but.. why isnt it red?"Slick laughed at me and looked at the picture. "Your ass is actually a little pinker than this photo." But it should be red" Do you want more"I thought about it. It hurt a lot, but if I was going to hurt, I wanted some. Damien nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He grabbed a bottle of water and some glasses and escaped his confinement. Walking over, feeling his face burn hotter with every step, he finally arrived at table sixteen and placed his load down without spilling anything. Twisting around, he began to walk away. "Are you new here?" the man asked, leaning over his seat to look at Damien who promptly turned around. He nodded and then walked away, wondering what the heck the matter with him was. Julie. “Yes,” the general confirms. “That is why she volunteered for the mission. I do apologize that we couldn’t get to you sooner or keep you out of harm’s way.”“How did you even know about me or where to find me?” she asks, genuinely curious.“We found a blood sample that matched your files,” Zak interjects. “When you first joined the fight one was taken.”“But my camp was destroyed,” she blurts out. Tears start to well up again.“I want to assure you that it wasn’t your fault,” Eisley says.Audra. . that which separates the faker from the truly unconscious. She rubbed that centerfold physique all over his face ... no reaction. Not a flicker or a flinch ... out for the count. “Well ... do something.”This was ... for 1980 ... a thoroughly modern house. There was a phone on a stand right next to the bathroom door. No chasing into the bedroom to answer a call ... a wet person could drip on the floor right here.“I need an ambulance at 2434 S Boston. My boyfriend has fallen and he’s not.