***Kathleen Quinn didn't look anything like she had when she'd been the face on the monitors that the girls had feared so much during their captivity....Her face was paler and more haggard, her hair out of place and shaggy-looking, her impeccable grooming slid to slapdash, minimal makeup and thrown-on clothes. She wore a cheap imitation-leather jacket over a cable-knit sweater, faded blue jeans and sneakers, her sable hair gathered into a sloppy ponytail and cheap drug-store sunglasses nestled in. Gerade hatte ich ihre ber?hren wollen, aber nun erschien es mir aufeinmal nicht richtig. Ich war ihr Freund, ja. Aber wir waren noch sehrjung, hatten noch nicht mehr gemacht als ein wenig geschmust. Und dieBravo gelesen, um zu wissen, wie es irgendwann weiter gehen w?rde.Nun musste ich pinkeln. Als ich zur?ckkam, stand Biene gerade auf. AlleGelegenheiten waren verpasst. Nun, es w?rde ein n?chstes Mal geben.Vielleicht konnte ich einmal als Andrea bei ihr ?bernachten?Biene begr??te mich mit einem. The same greeting was waiting for her, along with a bouquet of roses. Red and white. She recognized the significance of the colors and bowed to the room. They decided it was time to make a retreat. Emotion was getting the best of ALL of them. After all, there was time for anything else, another time. They had overheard the men, earlier. THAT was why they had dressed as they had. To make it as interesting as possible for them, and anyone else who saw them. MAYBE, NEXT WEEK!!! They started to go. “Never mind,” she said, “thought I heard something moving around.”“What are we hunting?”“Whatever I can get my hands on,” the Oni replied. “Deer mostly, maybe a bear or a wolf if one crosses paths with us. The more pelts I can bring back, the better.”“Do you sell them?” Satou asked.“No, we use them.”He followed her through the woods for a while longer, the conversation dying down as she turned her attention towards tracking animals, but Satou didn’t mind. He was just glad of her company,.