" I now notice that it's only women in here. I didn't feel awkward. I'm still a woman.I reluctantly go outside."So Carter," says an uncle whose name I...ve already forgotten. "Who do you like?" Um ... Maria," I say worried.He laughs, takes a drink of beer, then says, "That's a good answer but I mean in the World Cup. Who's going to win it?" Who's playing?" Every country in the world." Is America playing?" They're not going to win it." Canada?"He jokes on his beer while taking another drink.. ‘God damn, I’ll fucking kill him!’ ‘Too bad Cedric!’ She snapped. ‘It’s too fucking late now! Maybe if you’d been there for me you could have saved me from three years of being his punching bag, but you weren’t. You were out here. Hiding!’ I looked at her, surprised at how cruel she could be, and saw raw agony all over her. It wasn’t just in her eyes, which were dark and watery and blazing with pain, but in her face and hands and everything else. It was bad enough that she’d been married to. His eyes were hot, the pupils dilated, his lips parted as he panted. Breathless, I responded. Yes&hellip,yours. —– It was stupid of me to not wear a condom, I knew, but I just had to control myself. I grit my teeth, feeling her muscles clamping down on me tightly, the shocked, pleased look on her face almost driving me over the edge. I dropped my forehead against hers and squeezed my eyes shut, groaning. I gasped when her muscles gave another clench and opened my eyes to look at her. She had a. So wonderful," Roya finished the sentence for her parading around in her new outfit."I'm not sure," I told them honestly, "I just know." Well, I will not worry about it then, I'll just thank you." Sheel smiled broadly as she did some parading around of her own.I took the backpack-quiver out of the storage box and loaded it with eight arrows, four of each arrowhead type, and then I supplied Roya's and Sheel's quivers with a similar supply of arrows.Thinking of the long journey ahead of us, I.