She certainly was not the same person thismorning. There were additional signs ofchaos in the room: the travel books that once decorated the coffee ta...le layabout the room; the coat rack in the foyer lay on the floor near the frontdoor; flowers which only moments before sat in a vase decorating the livingroom, now cluttered the floor of the living room, the vase slowly drippingwater. Her clothes, ripped off her body as she had run from her attackers, layabout: tattered white line Capri pants at. "Mister, you'd eat a mile of my shit just to see where it came from," she said as she ducked away and ran laughing toward the house.Adam was left shaking his head at the incongruity of the entire conversation – and the incongruity of the many facets that made up the personality of Rebecca Stein.Lucy Miller was awake at 7:30 a.m., despite the fact that her roommate hadn't made it home until 4 a.m. – and wasn't the least bit quiet when she did arrive.She was excited and nervous about the. And how Matt did.“I know why it doesn’t bother you that I’m cheating on him. You can’t stand him, so your empathy for him is lower than for most guys. You have no scruples about putting horns on a man who you consider to be a jerk or a prick. And frankly, at times, you’re right. He can be like that. He certainly had no hang-ups about taking me off Steve, I can tell you that. Oh, Steve was pissed, too, but Matt got him to leave me alone and that guaranteed that I was Matt’s bitch.“Now, I’m YOUR. I said that I lost a true friend and indeed I have; but the nation and in fact the world has lost a true friend. The terrorist plot Pharnuil foiled would have been on an epic scale. Without his quick and selfless action, the enormously powerful explosion would have taken place in the very populated and busy Union Station. Somehow the terrorists had jammed the track switches and the controls on the train - the bombs impact was timed to occur during the heaviest period of commuter activity at the.