One time I tried to ask her what the problem was. She looked into my eyes and once more started to cry. The tears ran down her cheeks. I looked down; ... couldn't bear to see her face like that. Pallu of her sari was fall on her thighs revealing her blouse. Her Mangalsutra was hanging between her breasts. I stared at her Mangalsutra in the light then noticed that her tears were dripping onto her blouse and making small see-through pools on the material. This held my attention completely; I was. Fucking fashion of the age. Tight jeans sucked for a horny teenager.“Why wouldn’t it,” I said. Taking the opportunity to try to flatter her a little. “I’m only sitting here talking dirty to the hottest girl in Jonesville High.”“Oh stop it, Eric,” she blushed, slapping my arm playfully. “You’ve got plenty of girlfriends. I’ve seen you with them.” Referring to all the girls I got shot down by.“No,” I chuckled. “I talk to a lot of girls, but the final results are colossal failures.”Michelle looked. May I have your credit card, ...sir?"My credit card? I suddenly realized I'd forgotten my purse somewhere. Myface flushed."But... but I don't have my wallet... I think I left it in the examiningroom! I was with Jeri, with the laser..." An awkward silence followed."Yes... well..." the cashier turned to a young lady beside her, "Joanna,would you check the laser room to see if this... man's... wallet isthere. Please?" Oooooohhh Kaaaa...." Joanna replied as she looked me over. "What doesit look. They had returned to the base camp from a patrol, to find a scene similar to what lay before him now. Walter Crane was no stranger to war. He’d seen his share of death. Bodies of women and children burned by indiscriminate weapons fire from outer space, bodies of soldiers and civilians, slashed, punctured, blown apart in actions on this planet and many others. That was the mechanics of war. This was different. This was rage. This was primal force unleashed. A cloud of flies rose from the site.