A place to hide from their abusers and get their feet back on the ground. A chance to become an individual being, not an abusers puppet, to be control...ed as he sees fit. A chance to find ones self. A friend of mine that stayed a short time at Safehouse, (I cannot use her name without breaking confidentiality) wrote a lovely poem for the people that happened to be there when she was, and it explains some of the feelings that I went through. And even though it did not reveal all that had happened. When her tank-top was gone, I slipped my arms around her, basking in the feel of her smooth skin as we came together. I leaned in and kissed her, my fingers stroking her soft skin as I parted my lips, slipping out my tongue to play with hers. I moved my hands to her bra, unhooking the clasps with a little more difficulty than I had with the other girls owing to her larger breasts. She moaned softly into my mouth and I moaned into hers, delighting in having her back here with me for this. I. The snow was relentless as I looked up into the slate grey skies wishing I was back home with my feet up in front of a roaring fire.There was just something so primeval about a forest at night as I stared out into the snow covered trees which surrounded us on all sides. Above me, the cables were frosty white and slung low because of the extra weight on them as they disappeared into the mist to take power to wherever it was needed.Looking around, I suddenly had the strangest feeling that we. Even while she was simply exercising and moving and learning to move with her dao, Nemi could sense a connectedness she had never felt with her sword. There was something very different about her dao. They felt themselves an extension of her, and they felt very, very natural.It was as if they were the weapon she had been born to master.To Nemi's surprise, that mastery proved much easier and progressed more swiftly than she had ever expected or hoped or dreamed.It had begun in the.