‘I’ll just put my gear away and come make myself a cup,’ Ren said before heading for his bedroom. He noticed there was an overnight bag on the f...ot of his bed and he knew Janey was probably staying the night. He put his duffel bag by the closet then headed for the kitchen. The kettle had been turned on and was close to boiling when he walked into the room. He got himself a cup from the cupboard and added coffee granules and sugar before turning to face the two women. ‘Hi Blondie. How’s it going. "Well, I do really care about you, and I'm glad you know it" He told me, as my teared face turned into a slight smile. The doorbell rang and my head flung towards it, I told Darren I'd get it as I moved towards the door, it was our dinner, delivered by a very handsome young man, about twenty-two I'd guess, "Hey, that'll be twenty-four eighty" He told me, I grabbed my wallet and wiped my face clean at the same time, "Are you okay ?" The man asked."Oh, sure ... Just relationship stuff, you know". Meanwhile the third man, still stroking his cock, turned his attention towards Anya."Oh, hey there Princess! You like the dungeon scene too, eh? Why don't you take your clothes off and stay a while?" She could tell that the man speaking to her - and probably all the horny men in that room - were under the influence of some kind of drug. There was a certain glassiness to their eyes that made her skin crawl. Quickly she stumbled back out into hallway, shutting the door behind her. She hadn't just. Are they so different, I wonder. Or are they merely different manifestations of the same thing? Is hatred spawned by fear, or fear by hatred? Or do they arise simultaneously and feed off each other? Am I simply asking which came first, the chicken or the egg?And how is it that either of those destructive emotions comes into being at all? What's the starting point, the kickoff? How does a brave, honorable and evidently compassionate man who'll risk his ship and his life to save those in his.