The entire wall appeared to be telling a story. It was a happy story with happy families. However the final panel was one of violence and devastation....aiders had descended upon the village and had killed the men. The women had been raped and the last scene in the panel showed the conquerors leading the small band of women away in chains. Eerily, one of the women was a blond of European heritage who looked very much like Mary's own mirrored reflection that morning.Mary's eyes were wide at the. To my left is my best friend and best man Dale Simpson. He moved into the neighborhood 2 years ago. We became the best of friends. It was just after school started the he told me about his now ex-girlfriend.They tried to keep the long distance relationship alive. Apparently, she couldn't hang on to the hope that he would come back after graduation. This had him pretty down. I decided to help two of my friends.I told him about Debbie and introduced them. They seemed to hit it off pretty well.. “Carl, I won’t put myself or Victoria through four years of this jackass. Can we meet with the next candidate this afternoon or will it be tomorrow?”He nodded. “Let’s go to lunch and I’ll introduce you there. I know where he usually eats on Monday.”“Let me text Emma to meet us and we can go,” I said lightly.“Wait a minute! Carl, are you seriously letting this kid dictate the decisions you make for your study?” he blurted out angrily.“When I’m gone, he’s the one that has to work with you,” Carl. NowI realized they were the black lace combination that was fairly obviousunder my white and blue checked shirt. So, I had to keep my jacket on tokeep my bra hidden. Just to be sure it wasn't noticed, I skipped lunchand even avoided the bathroom. When Jenny, the other purchaser came by,I just feigned a heavy work load so as to not take any risks. By thetime I was headed home, I was starving and both angry because I had towear women's lingerie and embarrassed because I had realized how theywould.