"That's interesting. I wonder what he's actually seeing? If he couldn't tell if I was blonde or brunette, then there certainly isn't much detail." Wel..., he could see well enough to know where my eyes were," I said. "When he decided to stop playing nice, he looked straight at me. Up to that point, I thought maybe he was limited to sound. He kept looking around like he was searching for where the voice was coming from." Yeah, well, we already knew he was a good actor," Allison said. "He does such. There was an odd iridescence to them, as if they had been drawn with pearlescent paint, like the finish on a tricked-out sports car. The longer he focused on them, the more they seemed to shine, reflecting a light that had no obvious source. The shine became a glow, the ghostly light emanating from the characters themselves, Ryan finding himself transfixed. He couldn’t look away, he couldn’t blink, the stained page was consuming all of his focus.His head began to throb, his eyes stinging like. It had seemed so easy to leave with the cash after the way he had treated me. Let me explain, I had been living with him for about a year and fallen in love with him. I even hoped to marry him. That was what made me so angry when he brought home the twins. I found out that he had been keeping them in another house he owned up till now. This had been going on for months, but now he wanted all three of us in one place, and I was not happy about this. Knowing that he was a Mob Boss from. Where Sara needed help, Rebecca was an expert. They shared almost identical interests, and spent much of their free time together, enjoying the same hobbies, movies, music, and foods. They seemed to share a wavelength to which no one else was attuned. They also shared each others’ bed, once. Sara had been with another woman before they met, Rebecca had always been curious. One night over drinks the subject came up. They had a moment, which became a kiss, which became more. It had been.