But something - aside from the totally obvious - still wasn't right.I couldn't explain it. My hair somehow looked longer now than it hadbeen before. A...though I was still a natural blonde, my hair appeareda somewhat darker shade of blonde than before.Were my eyes now less blue than they'd been?Even while I wondered what kind of shit was going on now, strangenew thoughts from who the hell knew where began forming in my mind.Once more the cycle completes, only to once again begin anew.I shook my. Using it like a squad of foot soldiers used a battering ram against a castle door. I slammed the rusted end of the pipe into the main mans face, with around a 2 inch diameter it was a small concentrated area it found where the bridge of his nose had been.It had pretty much exploded as I rammed the pipe into his face with every last bit of strength and the thrill of pure delight ran ghrough my body when I felt the sickening crunch of his face and the wetness splatter my own face. He went down. She was already in a position that took a lot of courage to get used to, even in this setting. She tried to look at the bundle in Mr. Hardy's hands, hoping to catch an early glance of what he had for her to wear. As he approached she saw what looked like a blunt object in his hand, peeking out from between other indiscernible objects. He maneuvered his way around the tables and easels and came to stop before her, setting his bundle down carefully, as if they were prized treasures.Elizabeth's. "I believe the time for hiding anything has passed. Let's make our decision based on the facts." I fought my tendency to shyly turn away and looked straight into Jim's eyes. I needed to know his true reaction to everything. My fingers reached to the buttons at the top of my blouse, and I slowly unbuttoned them, one at a time. I watched Jim do the same. My hands were shaking, but I made progress. As my finger brushed the exposed skin just above my bra, I felt a shiver quiver through my body. I.