"Dahra and Lissa headed for the podium, while the other six took seats on the first row of the amphitheater-like classroom. At the podium, Dahra picke... up a large posterboard, that Krinan hadn't previously noticed. Dahra waited while everyone got comfortable, took a deep breath, and spoke."Eight days ago, Lissa Kemitarshalas and I found an undisturbed pre-disaster building..."A ruckus broke out as everyone, except Eran, jumped to their feet and tried to speak at once.Dahra raised her hands and. ? I lower my eyes and shake my head at the unacceptability of my reply, not knowing what to say. You grab me roughly by the arms and pull me to my feet, staring into my face. ?You dare tell Me how I look at what I am feeling slave? ? You hiss. ?I didn’t mean to imply.....? . ?Shut up slut, If I want to hear your voice I will tell you to speak is that clear?’? I nod my understanding. You pull my roughly to You, grinding my body against Yours and kiss my lips harshly. Your tongue. They had fought between themselves over it but then her mother had been killed and they stopped fighting. Several days after the funeral she had return from a ball game at school as Mark was retiring and for some reason had wrapped her arms around him and held his lips on her for 3 to 5 seconds before releasing him. She had quickly apologized, claiming she didn't know what came over her; she had just felt sorry for him over her mother's death. "Oh hell," she thought. "Last night I only kissed. A little girl with bright red hair and a fiery temper even at such a young age. We would play games together with the others but often just us. I remember the day before the explosion she told me she would marry me one day. Then I never saw her again, I never saw any of them again. I did dream about them, they were always trying to say something but I could never hear them, maybe I never wanted too.Taking off my work gloves I hold my hand out above me as I lay back on the grass. Holding it in.