She was paying attention to two guys at the end of the table who were sucking up all the attention. For a moment, I threw several glances in her direc...ion, hoping to meet her eyes. Finally, I broke a short moment of silence. “I’m Keri,” I shouted. I stuck my hand out and she shook my hand, smiling. “What brings you into a group full of these knuckle heads?” She made up a brief, sarcastic answer, then looked away from me again. She was very outspoken, constantly sparring with the two jocks at. “We do. Shake hands on it?” I offered my hand.“Just this once. But then, we’ll NEVER meet again. Oh, and my true name isn’t Jesus,” Jesus informed me.“What is it?” I wondered.“Michael the Archangel. Jesus was an alias I used as a human being. The Jehovah’s Witnesses got a few things right, even if they were wrong about blood transfusions, Hell, and things of that sort. Farewell, and, hey, I’ve gotta say it, just to keep my word, but don’t worry, it doesn’t mean what people feared. Depart from. "I'm not really sure, Kaysie. I know that when I'm with her, she makes me feel special, and I don't know if that's appropriate or not. She is very kind to me, and I enjoy the time we hang out together just as much -- if not more -- than the time where she is fulfilling her duties as an escort. It's odd, I admit it -- after all, I am twice her age. It's really strange having someone special in your life that is the same age as your daughter. Does that bother you?" No, not really. If she is. She handed him the coffee she'd stopped and got without a word."Sorry," he said. "I told Harley I could handle it myself but he said to call you." He shrugged and walked over to where the body was lying under a white sheet that was slowly turning red."It's fine. Don't worry about it," Jenna said, bending to lift a corner of the sheet to look at the body. Another girl, short dark hair that had been ruffled around her heart-shaped face, green eyes this time, but still wide open with a look of.