’ I nodded and left the room without waiting for Chris. I hope the bitch who stole my pants loses his thieving hand in a nasty way. I was into my se...ond week at The Good Shepherd, one of the four main homeless shelters in Ottawa, with three of them situated within a 1 km radius of each other in the downtown area, off Rideau Street. Ottawa is my home city, I was born and raised here, me and my younger brother. At the age of eleven, my parents divorced. My dad headed to Calgary to try and make. It was not just the beauty of his eyes or the perfection of his looks. It was what was below the surface that drew her to him like a moth to a flame. His soul was more appealing than any she had encountered. Her dark brown eyes opened as she gazed up at the ceiling. A gentle chuckle freed itself from her. In her own foolishness, she was convinced that he could never want her. She was tainted by others, left doubting that there could ever be anything pure in her life, but that was what her. My hips moving in waves as ocean tide would have on the beach.His hands grabbing my bouncing breast."Call out to me. Call out to me Eva" He groaned.Ones hips moving at the same pace of the others. Gaining speed as ones climax began to tip closer to the edge. He was breathing harder, deeper than before. I opened my eyes and looked at the wall. I seen the shadow on it matched mine, but the one to Mike's did not match. The shadow matched that hellish beast I had seen in the window minutes before.. I only wanted to return your power, which it looks like I’ve done. I would consider letting you go, but according to rumor that would leave you powerless.”She shook her head. “I’d rather not take that chance.”I nodded. “Okay. Just so you know, I’m not one to hold a grudge; however, according the Sheriff, I am responsible for you.”She shook her head. “But I didn’t hurt you or your girls.”I held up my hand and she stopped talking. “No, we weren’t hurt, but we have no idea what you would have done.