Angel sat up. She dragged herself to the kitchen sink where she quickly splashed water on her body, gently rubbing between her legs, letting the water...soothe and clean her. She toweled herself off with a small hand towel before putting her clothes back on and headed around the partial wall to check on Emily. Emily&hellip, Angels eyes widened a bit when she saw Emily. The girl was high. Emily was standing on the couch, arms spread out, head back, and was spinning in circles. She was laughing and. For someone who worked twelve hour shifts she had no idea how he manage to have another life. After she cleaned the dishes she walked down the hall into her bedroom and went into her bathroom and took a hot shower. The hot water felt amazing running down her body. She grabbed her shampoo and washed her hair, running her fingers through it and massaging her scalp. After she conditioned it she twisted her hair so all the water came out and then wrapped it into a bun and clipped it. She grabbed. I don't know why it is, since I used to be such a peaceable man, but, since the war started, and I got conscripted, I have been a killing machine. Sure, I'd let a man surrender, but, if he wanted to fight, I was the man for it! I had no qualms about killing in a fight or even taking out an enemy with an ambush, mostly because I knew that I was just as likely to die. I admit it—it was a game to me, the most exciting thing I had ever encountered, and I couldn't get enough.I crept through the. Diego assured me he could get a guy with those qualities. I told him I wanted to meet both of them somewhere for drinks and that he could not tell the other guy what was going on. I didn’t want some stranger eyeing me and planning what he was going to do to me. If I liked the guy, we would go back to my place and start making out but the other guy couldn’t know the plan, we would just see how he would react. Diego agreed to my conditions. We met at a restaurant I chose, a little hole in the.