.." What I'm saying is any woman with half a brain could do better than this"( I think she's been at the numbers too long... )"and your point is..."Sh... bends over her desk, her gaze fixed on me, "It's not sexy!" I agree it's not"I've not been this close to her before. Nice perfume. Don't dare look down. Thought about it, oh shit, too late. DOH!The sight line was excellent, right down the blouse, through the bra and through her cleavage. Nice view.uh oh, busted."You like what you see?" It's an. She would make this trek for the last time. The moon as her guide. She made it through the day without bringing anything down upon herself. She was finally at her home. She started the Ritual, with great humility. As she saw herself in her mirror she looked more like The Indian maiden she became as the cave opened for her. Ariana became Raven. Body and soul. Hurting living things wouldn’t have entered her mind. Grabbing the Indian Dream catcher she escaped. Every thing was sit up where she had. I hated living with them and then one day I guess one of the neighbors called CPS on them and they came out to the house. It was pretty obvious my parents were both users and the house was a wreck, we had the power shut off due to them not paying the bill and then the noticed I had missed almost 30 days of school that year so...long story short, I went to live with a foster family.The family was ok and nice to me, about 2 months after I moved in with them, my foster dads brother came to live. She had never laughed so hard as she watched his facial expressions. She set him up a Facebook and Twitter accounts, and even snuck a picture of him to use as a profile photo.Late one Sunday night, Jennifer had just tucked her kids into bed and as usual, her husband was out with his friends. In the silence of her house, she fixed a cup of tea and sat down with her laptop in her lap. She scrolled through her friend’s posts on Facebook, liked and commented on a few.She checked a couple of groups.