On such an occasion three or four lines are impressed close to one another with the nails.Here ends the marking with the nails. Marks of other kinds t...an the above may also be made with the nails, for the ancient authors say that, as there are innumerable degrees of skill among men (the practice of this art being known to all), so there are innumerable ways of making these marks. And as pressing or marking with the nails is independent of love, no one can say with certainty how many different. The washers were across the hall from my apt. I had been there for about a year. I often kept my door open if one of the folks in the building I knew was doing laundry just to be social. This Saturday I was making a sandwich when Diane went by with her basket. I waved and said hi as she went by and invited her to come over once she got her stuff going. About 5 or 6 minutes she knocks on my door and I said come on in. She pops her head around the corner. I got her some iced tea and she came and. With a mighty fist, he punched it as hard as he could. BANG. Instead of punching down the door, he had just made a circular hole in the center. Fuck. Then he heard footsteps. Double fuck. David knew this was it, so he took a smear of the size potion and put it on his tongue. Keeping his eyes level with a spot on the door, he waited for his body to grow and for the door to open. Ready to go goliath on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his head, legs, body or arms, his. Then I tried to create a fingertip in front of the sight blob. It created easily (actually they either "create easily" or don't create at all). I created a few more and used them to push things around on Julia's vanity, to make sure. In the kidnappers' basement and the hospital, I'd often failed to create NP-fingertips at a distance from me, but I was sure that was because of my unfamiliarity with the locations. I was intimately familiar with Julia's bedroom, the study, and their spatial.