Her tears fell wetly on his face. “Its OK.” he said but he heard nothing.Then the ringing in his ears diminished. The girl was sobbing, everything...was covered with dust. A light bulb glowed faintly through the dust laden atmosphere.Everything was quiet.“What happened?” the girl shouted.“Thunder,” Oleg laughed.Part of the ceiling had collapsed. As the dust settled they saw the kitchen door was off its hinges. The big refrigerator had been knocked sideways and leaned drunkenly against a sink. She was still staring at the phone in stunned arousal when Pierce emerged from the hallway at a fast walk. Upon looking up from the phone at him, she saw him wince. His face instantly flushed, and his shoulders slumped.He stammered, “I... Uhm...”She smiled and said, “It’s okay. I don’t have a problem with you being bi. Are you?”His eyes widened and his expression brightened. “Yeah, we are. So, you’re cool with that?”The word we nearly made her swoon. She couldn’t keep the passion out of. "No, I don't think so," she shrugged and looked at me and smiled. "I might just wet my hair though."Her hair was cut short and I mean really short, much shorter than mine. She jumped off the parapet and walked down the slope to the river's edge. We called it a river but in truth it no more than a stream, just ten foot wide and no more than four foot deep. I sat still on the stone parapet as she wetted her hair and undid a couple of buttons of her top."That fucking feels good," she sighed.She. Sonjatook two girls from their cabin into the woods where her friends werewaiting with a bottle of wine-which they planned on sharing with the twosusceptable young girls, get them drunk (at 15, a single bottle wouldprobably do the job quite well), and hopefully get them to like thetaste of alcohol so much they'd turn into early alcoholics-again, atfifteen the effects of alcohol were magnified, and they could becomehooked in less than two years. Minor victory for the dark ones, itwould keep two.