I felt electricity shoot down my spine just looking at them. biting my lip. What was wrong with me? I need to something to distract me from the though... of Mr. Adams hot sweaty laundry. I sat on the edge of his bed and looked around. What to do? I decided I'd watch a movie. He had a bunch of DVDs in a carrying case next to the TV and I flipping through them, settling on"Die Hard". I popped in the movie and I propped my back up against his headboard. As the movie started, I realized that I no. That aside anyway. So…as I said, the other of my sibling is a girl. A very pretty girl to say the least. Unfortunately for everyone, this pretty girl hardly stays home.She just graduated from the university and got enlisted with a Runway outfit (for those of you who have looked up these last two words endlessly without having a clue of what it means; simply think of a super slim girl, on a super slim outfit, cat walking down a ‘super slim’ alley. That should do). She has always wanted to be a. A big mistake on my part, an even bigger mistake on his. He walked up the path towards the door as he neared the door it looked like he was either going to kick it in or smash it with the pick axe handle, the door opened. The victim was there. Only he wasn’t a victim any more. A machete flashed up, and then down, Bob grunted and then stepped back a pace, he dropped his weapon and slowly, oh so slowly turned around to face me. The cut was bad, very bad. It went from his neck, across his chest. Kate greeted us outside the elevator in her white dress uniform. Neither Merritt nor I had dressed up for the meeting, wearing standard skinsuits that many off-duty crewmen used instead of full uniforms. In truth, all three of us were not on the ship's roster, so a dress uniform seemed a bit over the top. Kate and Merritt were essentially contract employees and I was a guest. However, even in the Academy, Kate was known for being prim and proper. She wasn't normally excessively decorous, just.