While you're happy for your friends, you begin to wonder why you can't have at least a taste of that life. You get up out of bed, and look over your s...litary room. There's nothing really of "you" in it. Fuck, you don't even know what "you" is at this point. Everything, from this college, to your clothes, to your books, phone, have all been the smart and prudent decision someone else has made. Unfortunately, this applies to you as well, looking in the full body mirror. Whoever convinced you that. "jus put'em up stairs in the closet by ma room. i'll go through em tomarrow when i git a chance." Paul replied. Obediently, the oversized black man went. Leroy was Pauls best and only ranch hand. Standing at 6'3 and 240 lbs, the 43 year old Leroy was built like a tank and chisled out of stone. Hulking size, and bulging muscles he never got tired of work and was always loyal to Paul. He looked out for Pauls family like his own. Leroy was thankful for having a good boss and Paul was equally happy. "We think this was part of the same stone, although it was found about ten meter away from the first."This was a woman very similar to the first. She wore a similar gown and head dress, but she carried a long, black knife or sword in front of her and over her left shoulder, instead of the moon, was a star. The way the panel was laid out, it looked like she was walking toward the first woman but the breakage didn't match, it was a puzzle with a missing piece. I looked down at the table. "Is. You know, Tatiana, right? My waxer?” Derrick nodded, still not understanding where the conversation was going. Carrie sat down on the edge of the bed, “Well, she had to cancel my appointment today and I was going to see if I could get you to help me out instead.”Derrick looked from the side table to Carrie and back. “You...you want me to do your eyebrows? Babe, I don’t know--”Carrie’s sudden laugh interrupted him, “Oh, God no.” She pet his hand gently, “I love you very much, but there is no way.