Emma reads the letter and thinks. Maybe Fanya was right.  In a perfect world what just happened..shouldn't EVER happen..as people like Jynx and herself should't exist.  Loretta shouldn't exist....she should have had her normal fucking life.  It angers Emma to think about it.  She shakes her head.  Maybe the crazy painted bitch was right.<br/><br/>Emmas ass STILL hurt.  It would hurt for days..she was damn sure of that. Worth it. She grins as she showers, shaves and heads to the closet.  The walk in closet is filled with countless garbs, some delicate and fragile. Others meant for effectiveness. She thumbs through the garbs,<span style="color: blue">"No..no...no...nooooooooo....no...no...AH!"</span>Shes found it.<br/><br/>A perfectly pressed black suit with thin red pinstripes.  Its a mens suit.  She doesn't care. She grabs a white dress shirt -one intended for a woman- and buttons it up. It clings tight to her chest, and she keeps it unbuttoned almost half way. She then pulls on the suit coat, and slacks.  She pulls her mohawk up, but it ...somethings missing.  She shrugs.<span style="color: blue"> "Fuck it." </span>she buttons the shirt all the way, and grabs a crimson red tie. After about five minutes of adjusting she looks in the mirror nodding in approval.  She straightens her tie, and heads out the door, a pocket full of caps and three cigars in her pockets.<br/><br/>She lights one as she passes Lorettas room. She wants to stop...knock. Explain everything. She instead just stops for a moment, hand in the air ready to knock..but never does.  Instead she inhales on the cigar and strolls to Fanyas office. She knocks quietly on the door..<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>