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| I touched my hair, and I felt dirty. I hadn�t had a decent bath in days. �Can I take a shower first?� I looked around, and realized that the bathroom didn�t have a shower. I grimaced at my question. She laughed and walked over to the last door. I hadn�t quite figured out what that door was for. She opened it and it was�lo and behold�a shower! I sheepishly grinned. �Thank you.� �I�ll come by your room in�twenty minutes?� She asked. I nodded and she left me to my shower. It was glorious. The hot water felt wonderful, and it was fantastic to actually get clean. I washed my hair twice just to make sure that it was clean. The soap must�ve been handmade. It wasn�t like any soap I�d ever used. It didn�t have any scent, and after I thought about it, I realized that that was probably because this was the Thieves Guild. Even scent could give a thief away if she wasn�t careful. I climbed out of the shower and distastefully put on my dirty clothes. Only, they weren�t dirty. They were clean, and the shirt that I had been wearing (Remy�s silk shirt) was gone. I just shook my head and quickly dressed. I brushed my hair and then braided it. Exactly twenty minutes after the woman left, there was a knock on my bedroom door. I ran over to it and opened it, and it was her. �Ready?� She said quietly. I nodded, and we left for New Orleans. �What do you think of the family?� She asked me as we walked throughout the mall. She had wanted to go to the mall because of all the victims. I had grinned when she said that, and she assured me that I could pick pockets, just as long as I didn�t get caught. I wasn�t the best, but I had my days. Hopefully this would be one of them. Besides, I still had that man�s wallet that I had filched yesterday as insurance. I wouldn�t run out of money. Not today. I gave her a small smile. �So far I like it, although I�ve only met you and Remy.� Melody grinned, �You�ll meet the rest of us. Most of us aren�t bad. This is the only family that we have, so we treat it as such. There are squabbles and such, but overall it isn�t bad.� �How did you meet Remy?� She asked me. I told her the tale and had her laughing by the end of it. After she got her laughter under control, she turned to me, �How old are you?� I was caught off guard by the question. �What?� �I said, �how old are you?�� She repeated patiently. �I�m seventeen,� I said flatly. She grinned, �Good. Then Remy won�t be disappointed.� �What?� �Oh, you haven�t noticed that Remy�s a flirt?� I laughed, �I�ve noticed. How old is he?� She stopped for a second, then said, �He�s twenty.� After we finished shopping, which left me with over a dozen new outfits, including a catsuit in leather that Melody told me I had to have if I was ever to go on a raid, and a black leather jacket. The jacket was my idea. Right after we got out of the car, a black and burgundy Harley roared up next to us. It stopped, and the driver took off his helmet. It was Remy. Apparently the raid hadn�t lasted that long. I wanted to ask him, but he said something first. �Bonjour, Morrigan. Care t�go for a ride?� He asked me with a smile. I grinned, �Only if you let me drive.� He laughed, �Remy�ll �ave to see �bout dat.� He handed me the extra helmet, and I put it on. I climbed on and put my arms around his waist. We took off and just drove around. He was obviously showing me around, which I had no problem with! He finally stopped at a caf� called �Blue Moon Caf�. He was a pretty good guy. Except for one thing. He put his hand on my arm and didn�t remove it. I was very�untouchable. I hated to be touched. To me, it felt as if it was just another way to control me. And I didn�t like to be controlled. I leaned forward and so did he. �If you don�t take your hand off my arm, I will remove it.� I told him quietly. He glared at me, but being a gentleman, he removed it. |
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