----- Original Message ----- 
From: "Terry Mixon" 


> > > Shawn knew words would be useless. He leaned forward and silently
> > > squeezed her shoulder for a moment before leaning back.
> >
> > Lysia pats Shawn's hand, "Ah don't worry about me, I became one of the
> > faceless horde an object of pity and curiosity."  She twists her foot on
> > the gas pedal, "With remarkable taste in shoes and great legs below the
> > knee's, the rest of it's pretty scary."
> >
> > One side of her mouth pulls back in a lopsided grin, that eerie cupie
doll
> > symmetry about her is thrown askew.
>
> "The exterior is not the person, Jez. You're not faceless. I see your face
> and you don't scare me."
>
> His voice is not full of pity or anything like that.

"Hmmm... Apparently I'm not trying hard enough, we'll take the really twisty
road back to the starport."

Lysia Jezebel David