Hedidn't speak particularly well, and I thought theexcellentgrammar of our own children might teach himsomething. Hewas shy, amazingly so for a muscul...r hunk his>age, but Iguess he got that from his two years as a guestof the state. He sometimes stammered and lookedat the floor when he spoke. He shuffled a bit>and chewedhis full lower lip. We all took to him at once,and I could see that Sara thought he was reallyhandsome,which of course he was. She batted>her eyes andflirted every so slightly,. It would dirve me mental if I didn't at last try to get in her pants.... well skirt. Melanie smiled with that all familiar lusty gaze mixed with a genuine warmth. She wore a loose white blouse tucked neatly into a grey high waist pencil skirt. Her hair was up in a bun held in place by a Bic pen. It was something she'd do when she was hammering out legal prose on particularly difficult cases. She sat in her usual spot and mingled with those around her. If my pinkish freckled face wasn't glowing. . condition." But it looks so good on you -- makes you striking. What's wrong with your condition?"She sighed again. "Haven't you ever seen an albino before?"Brian shook his head. "Not up close ... not to talk to." Well ... aside from the fact I'll get sunburn from standing too near a light bulb, and that I'm many times more likely to get skin cancer ... and the stigma..." Stigma?" I was teased mercilessly in school," she replied. "If I walk the street I know people are stopping and staring.. Two of the men I came in with had decided they wanted her for herself. They had grabbed her and lifted her up, and this was the point they were at when I bounced up, fast and angry.“Let her the fuck go assholes!” I roared as I leveled my pistol at the closest mans head. My voice dropped and the timbre cut through the air, “She is mine, and you will respect that, or the walls will be re-painted blood red.” I think that between the look in my eyes and the sound and conviction in my voice, it was.