"It was an automobile accident, Sweetheart," I answered quickly. "I was cut by flying glass and yes, I did get both scars at the same time. Luckily, i... wasn't anything serious."Mr. Jenkins, if you don't mind my saying so, you sure are a hunk!" exclaimed Brandi's friend, Beth. "You saved our lives, and you look better than Jean Claude. I bet you could kick Chuck Norris' ass! From now on, we should call you Lionheart!" Beth, he's my dad, for god's sake! He's also married, at least for now, so. ..tenacious. Soon, he stood up, my standing infront of him. He looked down at me, and smiled, in one swift movement, he picked my up, one arm under my leg, the other against my back. I had my arms around his neck, He smiled and turned off the light quickly. I giggled and he carried me slowly, and quietly up to his room.Once we entered, he layed me on the bed, went over, and shut and locked the door. My eyes widened, a bit nervous but eager to find my "naughty" side. He moved over, pulling his. As I sat down in an empty seat, I started mumbling to myself Marc Antony's famous funeral oration."Ah, Mr. Logan. So nice of you to grace us with your presence. I hear you reciting the famous funeral oration. Please stand in front of the class and give us the benefit of your knowledge." That bastard teacher was trying to embarrass me because this was the first class I had attended all year. Well, I was about to fix him! I recited the passage with all of the proper inflection and emphasis. I. It seemed he had trouble finding a connection. ‘Are you any good with your sword?’ asked Zoa. ‘Of course,’ snarled the guard. ‘Good,’ said Zoa, took off her bow and quiver, and left them against the wall. ‘If anything happens to me, you will guard the content of this box with your life.’ She didn’t bother to check if the dense guardsman had caught her drift. Maybe she was taking the charade a bit too far. ‘Take me to General Hopez,’ she demanded. —==(o)==— Hopez was sipping a mug of water when.