Jet-black, wavy, long hair gave him the look of a pirate and I lost myself when I looked into his steel gray eyes. We stopped at the foot of the large...bed facing each other, only a few feet apart. Everything and everyone in the room became a distant memory. He was all that mattered now. My breath came in short spurts as I held out my arms for him to fill. My stomach was full of butterflies and it felt like my heart was beating in my ears. I didn’t even notice that Mr. Briggs had turned the. .. Well, like Cindy. She’s fourteen and almost as small as Beca. I wonder where all the air comes from that she blows into her flute. I wouldn’t think her lungs could hold that much. The thing is, I would take a bullet for her. She has a future, a talent, a place to go. All I want with Cindy is to not mess things up for her. I need to be the best I can be when we’re playing our music. But beyond that? She’ll never be a member of our pod. She’s just too young.On the other end of the spectrum,. If she had thought that all she would see was her mom giving a massage, she suddenly realized she might be seeing much more.After about half an hour of getting yet another fantastic massage, it comes the time where she’ll usually ask me to ‘turn over’ and finish my massage, most masseuses make their money in ‘tips’ at the end, the more they do, the more they’ll make, and Anita knows how well I tip, and she doesn’t want to miss out just because her daughter is here watching.I’m wondering how far. "Hi, grandma," I greeted, always amazed by how big a pack rat she was. She hadn't dealt with grandpa's death well and had become a hoarder. "Hi, Phillip, stop growing," she said like she always did, as I towered over her five foot frame. I joked, "Stop shrinking," my usual response back, as I gave her a big hug. I won't go into the lengthy details that led to what transpired next, but to make a long story short: -Dad took grandma to the grocery store to fill her empty fridge and cupboard (her.