“I told Anne no already.”“I’ll bet you did, bless her little black heart. What did she do, ask you nicely? With sugar on top? Remind you of th... good times? Probably flashed a little leg at you too.”He blushed harder. “So the nice way doesn’t work on you. Well, I don’t do things the nice way. So let me ask: Are you willing to come back to the fold for one night and remember who you really are? Are you willing to change your shape, howl at the moon, and make the Day Children afraid again on. **** ‘I can’t believe you’re actually leaving tomorrow.’ Layla said softly. Sloane stopped chewing her pizza to look over to Layla across the room. Tears that brimmed Layla’s hazel eyes, threatened to spill over, as they had frequently during the evening. ‘Not again.’ Sloane sighed, setting her pizza down. They were taking a break from packing up all of Sloane’s stuff that had accumulated in Layla’s room since childhood. ‘It’s not like I’m never coming back. I’ll be back whenever I can.’ ‘You. We are on all fours on opposite sides of a flower bed, as we chat we are weeding and tidying the soil, I steal occasional glances of your gorgeous cleavage down the front of your shirt. We continue and then you catch me peeping. You kneel upright put the back of your hand to your forehead to indicate you are hot, you shake your shirt to generate some breeze and undo another button. You lean forward, you naughty lady I can see all your breasts in their flimsy lacy bra down your now gaping shirt,. Once I was all dressed, I went downstairs to the living room where Mom and Dad were waiting for me.Mom was having trouble holding back the tears. “He looks so grown up and handsome,” she gushed.She insisted on getting some pictures before Dad and I left, so I posed. Some of the shots were by myself; others were with Mom or with Dad. We even dragged out the tripod and used the self-timer to get pictures of all three of us.When it was close to six o’clock, Dad and I were happy to escape. Dad.