I was stubborn, and I was angry at the world. I thought I was a tough guy. I thought I was invincible, and I didn’t need anybody.“What did she say...to you,” Rachel asked, “Grandma said, ‘I know your mind is made up, and I can’t stop you, but I will have my say. You’re a hard head, McCord, like most McCord men before you. I love you, grandson, and I know your heart is hurting now, but that will fade in time. Never harden your heart, Johnny, bitterness is a poison that rots the soul. You will. Look she’s already wet!” one of them said.“That’s piss, stupid,” his comrade said with scorn.“Don’t care. I would still like a piece of that. Can we, Sarge?`“I don’t know,” the answer was. The silence that followed gave reason to hope.“She’s an outlaw and as long you leave her in one piece so we can bring her in front of the Earl, no one will care what you do to her.” It was the king’s man who had spoken and her heart sank to her stomach. It was all they needed to hear and the hands came,. Monique on the other hand was perfect in every way. Her hair was platinum blond, her eyes were blue and her bleached teeth were so goddamn pearly white. She looked like a goddamn porn star.I was overly proud of her, 'This was my girl! She lives with me in my house.' However, I hadn't seen that much of her lately. She'd always come home late, smelling good, whistling, her face bright and confident. The other day I noticed that she'd gotten a tattoo, a giant dragon on her lower back.On anyone. Sam walked into his partner's plush office, "Hey Syd, what have you got?" Hi Sam, take a look at this." Syd handed him the rolled up chart, "Tell me what you think?"Sam slowly unrolled the chart studying it closely; his eyebrows went up several times."It almost looks like some type of Burst Suppression, but something's not quite right."(Burst-suppression is a pattern of burst of slow and mixed waves often of high amplitude alternating with a flat baseline. The pattern is bilateral but not.