"A moment of silence."I wish you the best of luck Ray. I think you are the right path. Good bye."The click hurt his ear. It stretched the limits of hi... ear drum. Ray hated good byes. He wanted to cry. He wasn't good at crying. He learned to not cry by teachers who were masters of the subject. He wondered if it would help. Would it help to relieve this pressure on his shoulders, the tightness in his throat? His eyes felt heavy and dry. They were always so dry.Saying goodbye to Liz was a road. ’ My smile falls, as I push off of the bed to stand up. I study her face as I back up to let her pass. Shawna is alternately looking at me, then the floor and then my bedroom door. ‘Your bathroom?’ ‘Door’s open.’ Shawna swoops down to get her clothes as she passes them. I watch her pale ass wiggle out of my room and plop down on my bed, sitting and staring at the door she just passed through. I hear water running, and I want to go into the bathroom and drag her back by her short hairs. But I. Oh, she has a lovely face, with bright red hair framing intense blue eyes. She has an impressively large bust, but broad hips, and her clothing tends to hide that she does not have a narrow waist. Think of her hips as that of a fertile mother from classic days, and then, while her legs are large by conventional standards, they are in proportion."Actually, for mundane reasons, she might want to be somewhat more conventional. Some orthopedic problems made it necessary to shorten some damaged. I guess I was, y'know, jealous."And then Roald challenged him, too: "And you said something, earlier, about how we needed some control. Some 'discipline, ' I think you said?" OK, OK. I guess I'm changing my mind, some. Sure, I was pissed that I was missing out. This new order of ours hasn't been particularly kind to me. But the more I hear tonight, the more I think maybe fewer rules are better. But I do think we need to be keeping some -- some records, of children born, and stuff like that. We.
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