Or wherever your sentiment or understanding of a romantic spot may take you - it is there. That touch, those fingertips over the gentle skin of your w...ists. At first it's only that - a static touch - but then it begins moving, flowing, tracing down your palm, leaving a trail of energy. By the time it's gone back up to your wrists, the tingling has already sunk underneath your skin, gnawing to your bones, seizing in its teeth. Fingers wrap wide around your arms in agonizing slowness, quickly. "If you want herbs, come to my house, and I'll see if I have what you need," she told us changing the subject. None of us could see or otherwise detect anyone approaching, but followed her, leading our horses, toward the line of buildings some distance to the north of us.While following the herb lady to her house, it was easy to see that Savannah at this time in this Reality was still a rather small town. We soon saw, however, that it was laid out the same way that it was in our Reality with. I'm too weak, but you can hurt them like they hurt me and my friends!"Zax was not the type to ask for help, but he was consumed with hatred toward any of the three figures that he met who belonged to the Martinez family. Unexpectedly, Gerardo was not the one he hated the most, rather the most insignificant of the three, Turan, the one who made Anet fear so much with the threat that he will cause her pain unless she will give up her seat. In the end, that was what she did, and then she left. ’ Kent watched Sam turn and walk away. Life was crumbling around him and he didn’t have any glue to put it back together. Slowly he pulled himself upright and used the counter to brace himself. He could call his parents or his sister to take him to the hospital but they would ask questions. Questions he wasn’t prepared to answer. Humiliation settled over Kent’s head and he embraced it as he walked to the garage. It was a safer emotion, one that wouldn’t cause him to hurt people. It took a few.