Something would never be the same,something I couldn't quite place. It wasn't good or bad, but importantenough to make me wonder if this was right. Ye... part of me knew this wasfor the best, that I should just keep going. I wasn't sure what to make ofit all. Such a strange combination of emotions to be aroused by thislittle game."It is nearing its end. Soon the light will return. Soon all will makesense. The wings take flight. The flames are embers. The hands return thechanged to the world,. Once they left, Linda got the box out and removed the contents and put them in her purse. Then the girls joined the boys in the den.With no luck there, they decided it was time to leave and get the boys to Barry’s house, so the phone calls could be made to set up a little party for the night. They all cleaned up, got dressed and went to get Tracy down.When they got to the flag pole, Tracy was begging for relief from the pain in her arms. But begging for more relief to her sensitive cunt. For. She wrapped her arms around herself as a chilly breeze swept by. Shivering slightly, Lacie began to wander, heading into the forests behind the mansion. Lacie didn’t really have a plan or reason for why she was heading out onto the grounds, but she knew she didn’t want to head back inside. Sighing, Lacie pushed deeper into the wild forests as the sun set. The time alone gave her the opportunity to think about what Bridget had said. Lacie didn’t want to admit it, but she knew her ‘friend’ was. It is a jerkwater little town, and the only things in it are cows, pigs, cornfields, and two gas stations. One little supermarket where you could buy expired meat for a cheaper price. I was an anarchist, I believed, and still believe in a small echoing way, that Anarchy, the utopian form of government where rules are no longer needed, was the way for the world. I also realized I was dreaming of an impossibility. I was seventeen, a junior, and I had thought I seen all the world could throw at.