This went the same for Michael. I was done with them both.Weeks went by and I was dying inside. I missed my best friend and I missed Addison. Addison ...ould call and text apologizing to me and she would beg me to come back to her. I would mainly ignore her messages and calls. Weeks turned into months and finally Michael found me and he wanted to talk. He didn't know why I was so mad. He told me that he was honest and didn't lie after I confronted him about their relationship.I told him about the. Sharon has been his best friend since they were three. They cannotdecide if they can stay friends or should get more serious as they getolder. Sharon is fourteen actually has hair and clothes similar to Jim.Michael is Jim's other best friend. He is shorter than both of them, and wears more expensive clothes. His hair is shoulder length and he isa bit of an outcast at the high school."Jim - are you ready? Lets get this over with, huh." Sharon mumbles.Jim parks his bike and the three of them. When they stood to attack me, one was shot with an arrow in the back and yelled and fell. The remaining three came on. I felt like I didn't really have any choice but to protect myself and pulled my pistol and began shooting at them. I had a shotgun, but it was loaded with birdshot and was not really the best thing for giant crimson skinned attackers.I fired twice at the first one and hit him once in the chest. I was glad that I had my .357. He stumbled and fell, coughing blood. I shot the one. He is tall, with a trim body that is perfectly dressed in English suits, silk ties and the spotless shoes of someone served by others. He is never impolite. His politeness does not hide insecurity, there is never any doubt who is in command; but even as he secures the wrist ties and peels down her clothes, she knows this is not intended as hurt, but pleasure. To limit the expression of their desire to ordinary love making would not just be dull; it would feel false and awkward. It is simple.