’ One of the snipers I had trained with once showed me a trick he used to pass the time, and keep his fingers limber – especially important in col... weather when limber fingers could mean the difference between softly squeezing a shot off, and jerking slightly. I pulled a silver dollar out of my pocket. I had actually spray painted it flat black, so sunlight would not reflect off it. I don’t know if you have ever seen the trick where magicians ‘walk’ a coin across their knuckles, but that is. I never wanted to be anywhere with snow or ice ever again.“I ended up in Vancouver over a year ago. I watched you from afar. I was so excited to be in the same city as you. I never stalked you, though! Never. I read the papers and watched the news. Then your husband died, and I saw your grief. I nearly died that day watching you suffer. I had to send you a message. Something to make you stronger. So… so… I stole some paint. I had no money. I begged stores for old paint, but they laughed at me.. Also my stupidity, as I stupidly hadn't asked Julia enough about what Julia was doing with Carol. I knew Julia was teasing Carol to find out how interested in me Carol was, and soon whether Carol was bisexual or not, but I didn't know what reason Julia was giving Carol, so I was having to guess my way through Carol's questions. It was no wonder Carol was getting frazzled. I didn't understand Julia's plan anywhere near well enough to be confident about not ruining it by telling Carol any of the. Moreover, she has kept it secret from her lifelong friend. Ray was resistant at first but now seems more comfortable when Yesenia shows up, unannounced, but with impeccable timing. And she seduces him into fucking her each and every time. Zaria is none the wiser. Not even Yesenia’s own father is aware. Unlike Zaria, Yesenia is not a one daddy girl.“Why not?” Yesenia asks.“I don’t know,” Zaria says. “Your dad’s a nice guy and he’s kind of cute, but he’s your dad. It’s just a little weird. I need.