Even through the walls I could hear Jill crying. She was sobbing for all she was worth so I decided to go round to see if she was OK. "Sorry, Dave," ...he blurted between sobs, "I guess you heard us arguing again?" "Couldn't help it I'm afraid," I said, "Are you OK?" "I just can't seem to do right by her," she sobbed again. "I'm coming in," I said, "I'll make us a cup of tea." Jill sat in the lounge blowing into a handkerchief as I made tea. I joined her sitting opposite whilst she attempted. Except not really. Being on your own isn't asglamorous as you imagined. Every day there's this oppressive feelingof boredom and despair as reality sets in.Life sucks, it's disappointing and you're not special.That's where I'm at. Jason McCoy, 20-year-old college sophomore,slacker and aspiring musician... sort of. I'm part of a band, a bandthat does nothing. No gigs, no open mics, nothing but practice sessionafter practice session. The Circle Chase, the next big thing inmusic.Yeah, sure. . " Kirk paused, with a tilt of his chin towards his body, "...this isn't me."He held his slim arms out, and then folded them under an all too prominent, too permanent bosom as he watched the reflection on the mirror do the same. He saw Janice Lester's body and features, dressed in a standard Starfleet officer's shirt-dress, female styled, adorned only with command gold. The three rings on the sleeve were unusual; only four women Starfleet officers had reached the rank and position of Starship. Instead, he pointed his finger at Rosemary with a black sphere of energy charging at the tip of his claw. “Demon Art: Abyss Blast.” He murmured, blasting her pointblank with a dense eruption of shadow energy that was so large in diameter that it completely consumed her.She was thrown out of the sky, her flesh badly burned and smoke billowing from the singed fabric of the remains of her outfit. ‘Why do you show remorse, but not pain? Why do you finally let us strike you, but act more like you.