It made her want to shout out,"What ever happened to sharing, Alice?"Her latest story was a real humdinger and she knew the little printed sheets were...being passed around the school by the boys with a penchant for such things. Her female character was supposed to be patterned after her fake writer of naughty tales and they were thought to be a reflection of her.Her pen-name was Sally Submissive and the boys all seemed to be enthralled with the thought of getting her over their knees. She wished. Would the Phoenix sun illuminate the indomitable souls of society's castaways or dropouts? I'd made a few breakthroughs in my quest to paint souls. The homeless let me see their souls. Souls, I discovered, weren't within, contained by bodies, but rather resided at the edges. At first, I'd believed souls were the twisted features of a grimace, the slump of shoulders, a bent back, the shuffle of aged feet and legs, but I'd been wrong. This outward evidence was merely the result of hard living. I. The police can't do a thing to stop them, and most are terrified to even try. It's been that way for a long time and no one knows how it got that way. There were rumors about some sort of glowing baby from China years ago, but everyone agreed that it sounded dumb. All they know is that these days, the world has superpowered women who go prowling through the skies in search of men who can satisfy them. Occasionally fights between the heroines and villainesses break out, and men can't help but. Normally when he saw his Mom's face, he knew how old she really was,even after her vacation when she'd started looking better. He knew thatthe reflection hadn't changed, but for some reason, he just couldn'tthink of it as looking old. Shrugging, he turned away from the mirrorand climbed into the shower to start getting cleaned. Eric took his time showering, making sure to examine himselfcarefully while he was cleaning up. When he was finished, he driedhimself off quickly, then started.