One look stopped him cold.What remained was more ghost than a person. The mocha color of her skin had drained away. The black of her hair had faded to...a misty gray. Her eyes stared out, wide-eyed at nothing. Logan could see right through her, to the rock on which she still lay!He watched what remained of her try to stagger to her feet. The woman’s face was blank. There was no identify, no sense of self in her eyes. All that remained was a ragged, empty husk of what had once been a person, whole. That night I crawled into my improvised tent and turned on my phone I received a message from Jen it was a picture of her sitting on a beach chair she was beautiful in her two piece bikini her light skin and toned thighs she was showing off all her hard work in the gym I could see but not wanting to get out directly in the sun she was under the shade of a palm I noticed in the chair next to her a large black gentleman beach body type. She said she was having a great time with her friends and. Assuming I've done all the formatting right, the story will change depending on how you play. Reading the story with Game Mode off will alter the intended flow of the story, and probably come off as confusing and unfocused.This story is still in the early stages (not aided by the fact that I hit the "Publish Story" button too early by mistake). I've more than likely missed some details at various points. If you believe you've spotted a mistake, then I'll work on correcting it and add you to the. I said omg I didn’t think about us or rather me making so much noise, Shirl again said about what Peter had mentioned but this time with a little smile, said she wouldn’t have minded being there as well. Well, we joked about it for a while anyway I thought we were joking, and then James and Peter came in.I went and got the coffee and Peter came up behind me put his lips close to my ear and whispered that he wished he had been with me last night, I didn’t know where to look but I did have.