"Wow. He's beautiful. Is he yours?"Ceilidh shook her head, rising from the bed to come put a hand out to me. "Nope. I think he might be a stray."In th... past, I may have bristled at the word "stray." It implies an unruliness or even being unwelcome. Food service workers wear hair nets to prevent stray hairs ending up in your food and I quite approve. I, however, am not stray. I am itinerant.At that moment, I didn't even notice the word. I was too busy sniffing Ceilidh's fingers. They smelled. . I found out it could be quite like a person sometimes, that the person behind the words is actually most important, and is the one you remember you loved. And I'm not only talking about music :) and of course you're not suppose to keep your guard down, All the way! But sometimes to remember certain good things you remind as a k**, can release so much of the complex, detailed, responsible, adult stress within these moments of silence and just really listen and to really want to do something. You were trying to be white — you weren't a real Blood!"The girl was crying now but she still held her head up and said, "But I did like it! I loved school. There was so much to learn!" Then with a harsh laugh she said, "Do you know what I spend all my money on? All the money I make with my filthy cunt? Books! I buy books ... and I read them. Some — the really good ones — I read over and over."Marty then learned that the girl had, in effect, given herself a Great Books education.Then Gloria. Hanging on the rails were various uniforms ,school,nurse,maid etc plus a few dresses which looking at were very short and had very low front ,some were PVC and leather others were the clingy material.I was completely shocked but very hard .There were lots of shoes and boots all had Hi Heels and various colours Red,Black,White & Patent , as I looked at these I saw a shoe box under some shoes and being nosey I pulled it out and took a look inside and what a Fucking shock, inside there.