I don’t feel it as a trouble I felt how a headphones help us to connect with music likewise it helped us to get connected also.(With a wink).She: Oh...god that’s too flirty(with a blush).Me: Thank you (with a smile).She: What? I said it was flirty.Me: Yes, when a gorgeous girl says that we should take that as compliment right (again a wink)?Then we introduced ourselves. We chit-chatted for 2 hours she started enjoying my company. We went in the same cab for the next two weeks and we became close. Too bad it was more than ten years from mistake to fixing it.The ōdachi scabbard was a thing of beauty, the sheath for the wakizashi and the scabbard for the katana matched.The Daisho koshirae was also a thing of beauty but totally wasted on Chaos. If the katana wasn't in her hand she would be wearing it.She called for her box and put the koshirae away. She hung the ōdachi, from the cords that hung around her shoulders, the katana and wakizashi went in the left side of her belt.She kissed. .. bizarre."If you need me, I'll be in my room," Kerri said, and shut the door behind her, leaving Amanda alone.She wasn't at all sure how she should start this process. Be calm, Kerri had said. Very well. She began by breathing—nothing more, just breathing—and trying to listen to everything that was going on around her. The rough cotton of the bedspread; the whoosh and swish of the waves outside; the cool air-conditioned air on her skin. Her name was Amanda Greer. There would never be in all. Not good at all, but, Michael was right, as usual.A few days later, Michael was back at the clinic. Two of his other slaves wheeled a box into the room where Priscilla waited. Her face was expressionless – like a doll face. She was still beautiful, but it was like she wasn’t there anymore. Her vital signs indicated that she was alive and reasonably healthy – as healthy as a quadruple amputee could be of course.“What’s this?” Dr. Mengele asked.“This is how she’s to be transported,” Michael.