"Well she wasn't bloody wrong, that's for sure."She drew her feet up towards her bottom, and the short skirt slid down over her thighs displaying a te...pting little triangle of white nylon between her legs."Anyway." she giggled, "I worked in a bank and I hated it, no that's wrong, I bloody loathed it, day after day after day, the same thing, the same bloody people, it was driving me mad."She took another hit from the joint and giggled again."Fucking hell, she was definitely right, my God she. She knew what her body did to men. She had learned early enough what it did to her father. Like magic, dollar bills began appearing on the rail. Sharon let her mind drift, as she often did, seeming to take her body to autopilot. She scanned the faces in the crowd as she crawled, panther-like across the stage. The same faces in every town. Red-faced farmers. Unshaven factory workers. The bleary eyed husbands wishing they didn’t have to go home to their fat, bitchy wives. Was she in Omaha?. Parson in one of the mechanic bays, and watched as Chuck walked up to him to tell him about my car. He had a pretty big shit-eating grin on his face, so he may have been telling him about more than just the car. They both looked my way and nodded, then Chuck jumped into his tow truck and pulled out of the parking lot, honking and waving to me as he pulled onto the main road and drove away.Mr. Parsons came over to me and we discussed my car situation while he poured me a cup of coffee. He was an. “There is nothing to reconsider. I cannot stay here,” Raanciel said and walked up to his brother and stared up at his towering form. “Isekocaan, you are the only one that truly cares about me.” Raanciel turned his head away from his brother with a frown. “It pains me to leave your side but I cannot stay here. I cannot take the whispers and glares and I cannot take mother and father constantly badgering me. There is so much animosity I can take from my own family--” Raanciel took a sharp intake.