<div class="floatright">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSBadCQB7tH7yfWujsxz9qb8Xj3tkLgrm9Yg9Qp1SZLAqk7KOv3&amp;t=1)<strong><br/>Sara (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=150938.msg6869979#msg6869979)</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong> On Dom's bus<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Realizing she's a dirty girl<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong> Dom<br/><hr/></div>Sara dug deep within herself to unearth a desperately needed patience. "<strong>More like a philosophical concept - one that kept one of the world's greatest empires in check for over 3000 years.</strong>" She shrugged with a small measure of amusement, flipping through the Confucian text. It wasn't her cup of tea, either, quite frankly, but a manageable introduction to just and fair governance then, say, the battered american poli-sci textbook acting as the foundation of the the book column. They had been her fathers, all of them, but the last bore his name on the interior cover, along with a forgotten photo of he and his wife during their college years.<br/><br/>"<strong>I could read it to you - all of them. Some other time, when you aren't distracting.</strong>" She offered, trying to keep the hesitancy in her tone restrained. Her Freudian slip went mercifully unnoticed unnoticed. She nodded back toward the pile and gestured to it with the text in her fingers. "<strong>There's a little Socrates, Some Chomsky, Some Foucault... I think you'll enjoy that.</strong>" She chuckled, eyes flicking over the spines bearing the French writer's name. "<strong>I even threw in Animal Farm for kicks...</strong>" Her smiling explanation tapered off into a more distant expression of envy at the water. It had been four weeks since Devon had gone missing, and she hadn't had the luxury of a bath since. It showed most prominently along the right side of her head, where bloody bits of Mika remained.