My name. It's Japanese. From my mum." Oh," I mumbled. I felt really dumb. "Sorry."She laughed. It touched her eyes, a deep soft brown."That's okay. I'... kind of used to it." So ... that was pretty cool the other day. You know, when you beat me in sprints." Yes, I remember," she said evenly."How long have you been swimming for?" Since I was old enough to hold my breath in the water." Oh, that probably explains it."Her eyes flashed--something. I couldn't read it."Explains what?" Why you beat me.". We chitchatted about movies, tv shows, music and family while i prepared mojitos to drink by the pool. Then i made her visit our house and we brang her stuff into my room.No one minded we would sleep together in the same bedroom, we did it for years. The only differences were the decoration stuff and the big double bed. The only thing i kept from the past years was the poster of Xena. We kept talking about casual stuff."So, Hina, are you still a Naruto fan?" I asked her. I started to call her. Tom themheard the dial tone as Princess Dee put her phone on speaker and calledthe shop."Tribal Tattoos. This is Andy," Tom heard the voice on the other end ofthe line answer."Hello. I was calling to inquire about your services," Princess Dee said."Do you offer Prince Albert piercings? I am looking to have my sissyslave pierced and tattooed." Um...okay," Andy replied awkwardly. "Yes, we can do that here."Tom sat in stunned silence. Even if he wanted to protest, he reallydidn't know what to say. The battery on my writing stick never ran out. I, on the other hand, needed a caffeine charge. Five o’clock is too bloody early; I would rather my mornings to start closer to noon.The schedule called for each of our four groups to hit one pick-up point after another until we completed our assigned shopping lists. In addition to explosives and other survival items, each four-person team would buy as many .223 rounds as they could purchase along with at least eight AR-15s.Sheila adjusted her.