. see, what I was going to say is, I know you're new and alland as long as you're not seeing anyone... you know... maybe... if youneed an escort or so...ething... I'd be happy to..." the handsome youngman looked around the room for a moment, trying to regain his swaggerand find the right words. "Oh, man, what I mean is, I think you'rereally nice and I would love to be friends... if you'd like that,too."John smiled and placed his petite hand on Blaine's larger, strongerone. "I'd like that a lot,. "I don't know, it doesn't say," said Heather.Eight o'clock that night, Heather crept through Dumbledore's office doorto find his chair empty. The door made her jump as it slammed itselfbehind her. She took a deep breath of relief. Her eyes trailed aroundthe room looking for any signs of life. She walked up to the desk andstroked the top as she walked around it. She heard a gentle chirp of abird behind her. She turned to see Fawkes the phoenix freshly reborn asa small chick, sitting innocently. And his thoughts of her playing with someone else's cock receded. The one joker in the deck was Leila. As her life spiraled out of control, Delia was the only girlfriend that kept in touch out of genuine empathy. And Delia didn’t hide anything from Nathan. He got weekly reports, sometimes daily reports of that woman and her screwed up life. Part of him sympathized, but part of him—the beast inside the often got to treat Delia like a slut in the bedroom—didn’t mind the idea of fucking that. ." I turned to see Cheryl heading my way with that wriggly almost run skip,step, step, step thing she had going when she hurried. Both handsclutching her bag strap near her right shoulder as her body swung incounterbalance to her hips. Cheryl was a classically bubbly blonde, apinch overweight but nobody cared because she was just one of thosepeople that everyone liked. She was a beautiful person. Cute and bubbly'was' Cheryl, nice too in the best sense of that word.I had to smile as she.