All I'd gathered was that there was some kind of war going on. Not on communists, drugs, or terror, but a war with the forces of evil at large. I thin... I just shrugged, thinking that I didn't really care about that sort of thing as long as it didn't involve me; after all, there's wars going on all over the world all the time. Unfortunately, this specific war somehow did involve me, and perhaps not as surprisingly, Eileen as well."It's kinda hard to swallow, I know," he had said with a knowing,. Next was Breeding, there was absolutely no chance Rouke needs to create a set of mini Rouke's so she turned this up to 100%, the instructions may have stated 100% means more breeding but Sarah was too lazy to read this.Sarah chose a few minor settings and hit confirm again however this time it said apply to Collar or apply to proximity. Sarah thought to herself how much of a little shit her neighbours dog was so if she could somehow train him too that would do no harm. Again this was Sarah. I was embarrassed because she was, and after that I did twice the work and filled two tubs. You see; I had always loved Cindy.When I was five Dad taught me to read — I read everything. I knew the difference between sloe gin and gin when I was six. I read the labels. I taught Cindy to read; Dad said girls didn't need to know but I loved Cindy and wanted to share with her. We looked for hours at the labels for Rye Whisky and Bourbon Whisky — searching for the mysterious, elusive difference.. His touch startled her as he grasped her hand. She felt his thumb stroke her wrist and his fingers caressed the back of her palm. He got up and stepped closer, leaving a slip of paper in her hand. His body heat pressed against her as he leaned in, cheek to cheek. He whispered in her ear, lips grazing her lobe as he spoke. “Tomorrow. Your mine. Totally.” He captured her earlobe in his teeth. Nipping it and dragging his teeth along the skin. Christie grasped his forearms as shiver laced through.