The awful truth about the harvesting |
Ti stares out the window of Muzzy's houseboat. There is a strong thunderstorm. "Does the role make you queazy?" Muzzy offers some Selzer. Ti has a gentle smile, "I was born on a junk." Muzzy steadies himself as he walks over to the couch. "Can you tell me about your childhood?" Muzzy queries. "My father was a computer designer for Zenda hygiene products." Ti sipped her ginger whiskey, "He died from a car accident." "Oh? I'm so sorry." Muzzy kissed Ti on her left temple. "And how is your mother?" Muzzey queried. Ti sat up, seated on her left leg, and placed her right hand on the windowpane. "My mother is Hanoi Xan." There was a crack of lightning as Ti expanded her fingers against the glass. "The international terrorist?" Muzzy gasped. "I can never return to Hong Kong." Ti lowered her head. "I'm so sorry. I never thought .. I mean your a gentle person." Muzzy lifted Ti's black hair off her pale face. "I am studying to be a veterinarian." Ti gave a toothy smile. "Yes! That's what caught my eye on the website." Muzzy rubbed the back of Ti's neck. A wave splashed up in front of Ti's window, "You like veterinarians?" Muzzy chuckled, "And you looked like a really hot roommate." Ti gave a MonaLisa smile, "And you get money for having a foreign student roommate." Muzzy chuckled, "You're my dream roommate." Ti bowed her head and muttered some mandarine. "Is everything okay?" Muzzy smiled. Ti looked directly into Muzzy's eyes, "I've never paid a man to be my roommate." She laughed and took her hand off the windowpane. There was a vapor imprint of her hand and an Asian symbol. Muzzy looked inquisitively at the faint symbol. Ti smiled a showed the branded symbol in her hand, "I am a witch of the Golden Temple." ^@^ V |