I do my best to maintain some semblance of self-control, at least enough that I’m able to wave my hand apologetically and step down from the podium ...ith quiet grace. I walk slowly, calmly down the aisle, not running or weeping or even hurrying, and only when I’m outside do I begin to speed up. Across the street from the funeral home is a diner. I go in, take a booth in the corner, and order coffee. Jasmine never shows up, which is good. After a few hours, I pay my tab and leave. The home is. He was an engineering geek and for him, places like this were always intimidating. He had been in a club or two in his college years but he had always felt uncomfortable. He wasn't comfortable being so forward and acting more confident than he really was. He liked those safe drinking places with plants and cushy seats and cute drink suggestions on the menu and umbrellas in the glasses.Sure, everyone was dressed for business just like he was, but Ferro knew the clothes were just a façade.. Velakari had told her how badly Virathea was hurt but actually seeing her like this was something else entirely. The electrodes attached to her body for the various sensors, the respirator in her mouth, the IV tubes running to her arm. This last highlighting the most traumatic injury of course; the fact that she had only one arm now. Cynthia could barely recognize the dizyntk in the bed as Virathea.Before she could start to move towards the bed, the healer that had also been in the room came. He moved back and stared at her wonderful breasts that were about to pop out of her bra. He pulled her close to him and kissed her as he reached his hands behind her back and undid her bra. While still kissing Susan passionately and showering her face with little kisses, Billy slowly pulled her bra down and off her shoulders, arms and soon to the floor. He trailed kisses down her neck, stopping to nip and suck at her neck shortly before he continued his descent to her breast. He sucked up her.