Her black eyes glinted playfully. She turned around, exposing her wings to the class, and grabbed a marker from the desk, beginning writing the name o... our subject on the whiteboard. I turned to Steven, and whispered to him."Dude, what's up with her wings?" Huh?" He said, absentmindedly, eyes following Miss Kinzies swaying hips as she wrote in long strokes her name and the name of the class."Her wings, dude!" I said, annoyed at Steven."Wings?" He whispered back, sending a quick confused look at. ”Akira nodded her understanding, “You displayed far more honor than one, not of the art usually do. I am sure that your mate was just as proud, though I am afraid that you will be scarred for life.”Jimison nodded his head, “I had thought as much, it was a sacrifice that I feel was well worth it.”Akira’s face held shock a moment then she smiled broadly. So, she thought, there were those that still wore their scars as a sign of honor. This was surprising, a welcome change from the ‘norm’ as many. After lunch we went to his office across from Judiciary Square where I laid out Harrisburg from the beginning and ending with my little white lie.Why Curtis Warren? First he was a family friend and one of our many corporate attorneys. When something needed to go to court his law firm handled it for us. He was a former Federal Judge who was twice asked to accept a nomination to the Supreme Court.Prior to his retirement he was one of the three federal judges who developed and wrote the guidelines. After the longest twenty minutes of my life I rushed back into the bathroom. I almost cried out when someone else was in there also."In a hurry pal?" he asked."Yeah!" I exclaimed, "got an emergency situation, if you know what I mean." And I ran into the last stall, right into Elizabeth."SHHH" she whispered and put her finger over her ruby lips, as the unknown guy walked out.Then Liz grinned wide and asked me"Now, where where we? Oh yeah thats right," as she unzipped my pants, "right here."I.