silk **

Silk looked around as they all sat down at the table.

He is usually with Silk, but can and does leave at times.

Her dark face looked very natural in the red silk.

They're not doing it because they know we've got Silk in here.

I have thought of Silk day and night - what would he do?

I had heard them talk of what they would do to a girl, even though she might be white silk!

With her lead role in Silk that might be about to change.

After him I got a voice with a lot of silk in it.

And she must show Father the silk that he was going to buy for her.

But the color of all that silk was something I'd never seen him in.

Soon, Silk heard his voice from the kitchen, though he could not make out what was being said.

Seven turned her attention to the piece of red silk.

The silk was of blue, and showed off my eyes.

It might be best to wait until Silk was alone.

He's one of the few men in the world who can keep Silk off balance.

I press the silk against my skin to stop it.

That was Silk, calling from a life he'd long ago left behind.

He saw a dead white hand lying against black silk.

Silk asked how long he thought the ride would take.

Silk tried to keep the anger he felt out of his voice.

With the help of the silk it came out easily enough.

Silk would have remembered him for the rest of his life.

Silk rose from the place where he had been sitting.

She came up to him, the silk hanging close against her body.

"All right," Silk said and led the way quickly after them.