The hood was down; her shimmering silver/white hair braided and pulled into a tight pony tail.Raloa met her words with a small forced smile and nod of...his head. "It has been many moons since I have left Mountain City. I decided it would be a pleasant trip."Tarifa gave him a brilliant smile and slid her hand into the crook of his arm. "Then I insist you travel with me in my Hopper. We may be able to use the time to allow each other to see different perspectives on an assortment of issues."Raloa. I am wrapped by white walls and digital dreams, the tv, the plush couch in which I eternally lie, masturbating furiously in the spit of noon washing against the windows. Mom comes home. I pretend to play video games while searching for bizaar pornographic content on the incalculable internet, that stream of consciousness permeating the folds of the cerebral destiny, flick-flashing images of white women engorged with donkey dicks and black shafts, oozing out sweet race-baiting cum into the. Protect you and shelter you and keep you free from harm.’ I open my eyes and see him singing to me. This thing we have for each other, our undeniable and uncontrollable desire, comes out strong and clear in his words. I never knew he wanted more. I thought he just wanted pure sex. Granted it was spectacular sex but there was no emotional attachment. I wanted more but I never thought he did. I smile at him as his words speak to me, only to me, even though all these other people are around. ‘I. While it hurt to know that her idol was gone, at least her killers wouldbe facing justice for what they did. The recording Meer had made ofeverything Erik and Lana had said back in the office had proven veryinteresting to the police indeed. Erik would live, as the bullet hadonly grazed him, but he would live only to see his day in court. None ofit would bring the real Meer back, but at least there wouldn't be twokillers making a career off her death.Meer felt like her limbs were made from lead..