They looked like the hands of an old crone, I used to have beautiful hands, so people told me, sensitive, I had played Piano and Cello at school."Can ...ou hold a pen?" asked the doctor, in a tone which suggested he thought I was a brain damaged imbecile.I grasped the pen and started to write on a form he had put on the table.He grabbed it away and took the pen with him. "That's your records, don't mess it up" he ordered ungrammatically.They found me clothes from the red cross booth, a horrid. "Get away from me Jake you piece of shit, I've got lessons!" This just egged Jake on even more, and he pinned her against the janitors door. "Listen you little paki fucking whore, speak to me like that again and I'll fuck your mouth shut!" He grabbed her lightly by the neck to assert dominance. Aaliya was scared, but she had been taught to always stand up to the school bully, and that's what she intended to do."Do you even know what a whore is?" she asked him in anger and fear. She rarely used. "Because he's an asshole that won't give up or take no for an answer. The divorce is final, but he still calls me his wife. He said that God didn't recognize the divorce and that we are still married in His eyes. Well, that's his opinion. God didn't send me that memo. I won't say his name anymore. I just call him 'asshole'. Let's change the subject and go dip in the hot tub," I ranted before cooling down."Works for me," Dan did a rather bad "Hunter" impression. I rolled my eyes, but I still. Information regarding possible assistance with training expenses after the trials, if we made the team was included. There were requests for information from us to be supplied in the form of press releases. There were books of rules regarding what we could do, when we could do it, with whom we could do it, where we could do it, and why we probably shouldn't or should do it. For some reason I missed the chapter on how we should do it if we did decide to do it. It included a list, two pages long,.