” We went out into the street, where night had fallen, and the lights of the nightclubs up the street were beginning to infect the air. Cars struggl...d to move at a decent pace among the mobs of well-dressed guys and beautiful women wearing skin-tight dresses that barely covered their hips. The women here certainly like to show off their legs. And every one of them—not most of them—every one of them was thin and had flawless skin. Mark put his arm around me as we observed the scenery. “Look,. What she liked, what she didn’t like, her quirks, all stuff that I thought I would never need to know or use in the future. When they broke up it was your classic deal where they both hated each other and vowed to never speak again. It wouldn’t be for at least six or seven months after they broke up I would unknowingly run into Kayla at a local McDonalds. We said hello to each other, asked the standard questions like what’s been going on, you know crap we say when we really don’t care.As I was. .. what? What did you do?" she asked, her twang completely absent from her voice."A little present from a friend." Victor replied. "Usually we call it the Gift of Tongues. I also made it so you could speak to an interviewer when you go in for your next job without sounding like you just fell off the possum wagon." She glared at him, which only caused him to chuckle softly. "Don't worry, you can still talk like Reba McIntire around your friends if you want to. You just have to decide to." But. Luc stepped out of the Explorer, the woman cradled in his arms. As he was about to lay the woman on the stretcher she stirred, and eyes the green of emerald stared up at him. As he lowered her to the stretcher she clutched at the lapels of his shirt and looked at him with big vulnerable eyes. He bent closer as she began to whisper to him. ‘Please…don’t…leave,’ she whispered. She then slackened her hold on his shirtfront and promptly feinted. He watched as they wheeled the woman away and.