Isn't that true?"I looked at Caroline not knowing how she could see so deeply inside mysoul. I nodded my head. "You're right Aunt Caroline. I hunger f...r thesefeelings. It's why I had to take your girdle." If it's any comfort to you, I think you do have a girlish figurearound your hips and thighs that my girdle accentuates. And the lace ispretty against the skin of your thighs." Thank you Aunt Caroline." A powerful surge of emotion ran through meand I ran to hug her again. This time I began. One day he might just snap andbe alone in this room again.*****It wasn't him that snapped or Harriet. To their surprise it was Sierra.It was three months later and they just had cleared the area aroundanother obelisk. It was these stone monuments that spawned the zombies.On ledges cut into the stone, they always found soul chips. Their theorywas that the obelisk used these soul chips as a mold for the zombies. Sofar the theory proved right.This time it had been easy to cut through the undead.. She was at the center of the portrait, with me on her left and our father holding Vixa on the right, and with each of us having a hand(or a paw), on her pregnant belly.I looked over to my sisters and saw that none of them were tearless. Stepping over, I pulled all of them into a hug. I knew that seeing it was harder for them than it was for me. I at least got to spend three years of my life with them, even if I didn’t remember it. They weren’t even a month old when their parents were stolen. "He stopped there and didn't say another word. The silence was uncomfortable- it was breaking me.Gary got up and made himself a cup of coffee to replace the one he haddrank. I shifted in my seat and my bottom slid across the satin chemise Iwas wearing under my robe. Everything he said was true: I kept to myself,my folks barely acknowledged me, I hadn't had a decent interview in monthsand we were living off of Sarah's income. I was truly at the bottom.I pushed my hair out of my face - I had been.