She wasn't worried aboutanything until she saw thebuilding. It was dark and foreboding, and Karen found herself staringat it paralyzed by fear.Eventua...ly her paralysis was broken by the feel of someone bumpinginto her from behind. "Geez, k**! What's the matter with you, standing in the middle of thesidewalk like that?"Karen turned around to face the owner of the voice. It was a tallblonde girl, about sixteen yearsold. Something else to frighten f******n year old Karen. "You justgonna stare at. Before the other two guards could react, she sent two more silent rounds into their hearts. She walked up on them and put a round to the back of their heads. She leaned over helping her young grandfather up, blood pouring from his nose, but grateful she stopped them. The women and children watched her with disbelief. ‘I wish I could tell you how many times I wished I could have done that to those swine back then,’ he said with a mouth full of blood. ‘I still couldn’t understand what they. My younger brother, Neil, and me were walking home through the park after school, when we heard laughing behind us and it was you and two of your mates: John Elias and Keith Mackintosh. I told Neil to just keep walking and ignore you, but you got closer and started to taunt us. Then you said something like: 'Why don't you send the little wimp on home and you stay here with us, Jenny Wren!' So I said, 'Sorry, Brian, we have to get home!' But you kept on at me to stay, and then Neil said: 'Why. Now that we aren’t together any more, I really appreciate having these beautiful images of wonderful memories. I suspect that Eric is still enjoying them, too. And I still take the occasional erotic photo of myself for fun. But Eric’s images are better, because of the love and adoration he put into capturing me, capturing us, on camera. And of course, the photos I took of him and of us are infused with that same love and adoration. Even short communications from Eric were getting me wet every.