Even Sibbe has greed, a negative of humanity, but still a feature. This hired killer had nothing. Did not grunt when in pain, did not fall easily, he...was truly evil. As she had stood above the killer, the boulder in her arms, Anika had worried it would not be enough to kill him, even as she had dropped her weapon over his smirking face and heard it crack, she had kept going, and going, bringing the boulder back up and hurling it down again and again, bitter tears flowing freely as she spoke. 'What?' Tony asked, sitting up on one elbow, clearly genuinely baffled.He looked flushed and happy.'I'm... I'm sorry, Tony,' Sarah said, shutting her eyes. 'I can't dothat for you. We... we can't be together like this any more. Notproperly.'He stared at her. 'What? Why not?''Can't you see? Your... your breasts are starting. That's why you're sosensitive there,' she said. 'And... I'm not a lesbian. Being withanother woman, it doesn't attract me.'Tony sat up, stared at the wall, away from her.. She surprised him by not drawing away, but leaning into his touch. Drawing her close to his breast, he lowered his lips to hers and bestowed upon her a kiss full of promise for all of their tomorrows.It seemed to the couple that the afternoon had started only moments ago, but as the lowering sun began to shine into their eyes, no longer shielded from them by the trees overhead, they knew it was time to pack up their basket and leave their private retreat of the afternoon. As Christine moved. I giggled a little, but only because I was laughing at myself, like a crazy person does sometimes. There was something wrong with me, that was for sure."Are you okay?" Mr. Sawyer gave my thigh a squeeze and I nodded."I think so," I said, but inside I had no idea if I was okay or not.There wasn't any way I could tell him what I was thinking. In fact, I wasn't sure I wanted to tell anyone, except maybe Scott, but he'd warned me before about turning into a slut, so maybe he'd be a little pissed..