“What? How?”Marda and her parents all looked over at Perra. Seeing their looks, she again stared at Kal, “That’s why we need to talk.”“Fel...i? Come here please,” said Marda. The terrified harpy began to move around Kal until he put out a hand stopping her. Marda frowned at him, “I won’t hurt her, Master Kal.”“She kidnapped your husband, you have every reason in the world to hate her, forgive me if I don’t take you at your word.”“If it suits you better then. I promise no harm will come to her, I. I feel like dressing in a wide hoop skirt and singing as I run over the hills. Leo’s with me through it all, putting up with my crazy, adding some himself. He rarely looks at his phone, only to see if his daughter or ex-wife called, but he’s obsessed with taking pictures. We have a snapshot of almost everything we do, and I’m completely happy and sad about it. I want to remember every second with him, every laugh and touch and new experience. But I also don’t want to remember any of it because. We often used to do that though i never liked when he used to talk about my family like that but he always had had a bad tongue.At the end of the movie he again said to me "don't you feel like fucking right now?", to this i didn't say anything though he knew i wanted to say yes, he then said "come on yaar we've been friends for so long and i know what's on your mind, stop behaving like a nice guy and don't ask me to shut up!" i said "then what else do you want?" He said "i just want to fuck. Sleepily she opened one eye to see an older woman, about thirty-five standing there. She appeared to be a business woman: jacket, white blouse, blue skirt to the knees, proper business heels. Pretty, with red hair, and a smile that made Raquel feel like this was someone she could get to know. But some other time, she was tired. "I’d rather sit alone,” she said. The woman seemed not to hear her, as she moved her knapsack to the seat across the aisle, set her purse and briefcase in the same place.