Blake smiled while greeting him and turned to introduce me to his friend from Camp Lejeune. Blake made the formal introductions while I studied the two distinguished men. I liked the way they both carried themselves in a dignified manner with confidence, but not too much that they seemed arrogant. I was fascinated by them. Sleek. Forget eye candy. These two are like eye caffeine. I feel energized just looking at them.

Indeed, wounded loved can make for fierce vengeance. And, from what I know of Anissa, it does seem a bit out of character for her to behave so spitefully, so I'd like to think that she really is just deeply hurt, angry and looking for some way to injure me back...I hope she knows how well she's succeeded.

To sense the peace of extinguished passionHappiness in not knowing the ultimate knowledge

The pity in Matt__ eyes was almost too much to bear but she found herself unable to turn away. She had only seen that look once and that was when he almost lost Nichole. The sparkle in his eye burned out as if it was nothing more than a dying ember leaving his brown eyes dark and cold. Like Scott__.

There__ someone here.___ know._ She said, __here__ Scott?_ ____ not sure,_ He said, __ thought you were going to wait outside with Nichole and Matt.___e decided to come in.___ou mean they__e in here too?___es.___kay_ He said calmly, __ou stay here.__he nodded as he turned to go.__h, and Carrie.___es?___ould you actually listen to me this time?_ He asked with a faint smile on his face.

I might__e found a way to cure them._ Crystal said in a jumble of words. __ure them? Permanently?_ __es sir._ He thought about this a moment before speaking, __ou__e got two weeks, can you do it by then?_ __hat__ plenty of time sir, thank you.