She was far more sensitive to scents than humans were, it might be polite to use a lot of scented soaps, maybe human body odor was unpleasant to her.A... much as he wanted to get out of the suite and feel the artificial breeze on his face again, he had to admit, he was starting to like Holly enough that he might miss her when she was gone. It had never really hit him before now, how tragic her death would have been at the hands of the assassin, how undeserved. He would never have imagined that he. " Right, I hadn't thought about going to her job," I said. Another new experience, working as a clerk in a women's clothing store."Can you handle that? I had hoped we would finish this last night, but now..." I would have said no yesterday, but I'm remembering more of Karen's life all the time. I know who she works with and what she does. I can see her locker at work and I know the combination to the lock. Frank was never in that shop. In fact, Frank didn't know where I work, I mean where Karen. They had become friends and now seemed genuinely pleased to see each other, and I hoped that they would move on to be very good friends, and hopefully, lovers.Their 'date' to go walking together in the Black Mountains the next weekend was another good sign; a shared interest for the two of them to do together.We finished the first beer, and decided to wait for a while before getting another, as it looked like the band were about to come on stage. The hall was now quite crowded; I had been. Let me know if story lines are inconsistent or weird things happen.{[email protected] notingamemode=1}Please activate game mode to enjoy this story!{else}This story is set in a fictional, not further in our world integrated country with US/Canadian culture and society in which High School lasts a bit longer. All characters in the story are of age."So in what room is Jessica gonna sleep?", asks Tiffany as you all sit at the breakfast table. You unmotivatedly chew your bread."Well", mom answers,.