” he said jokingly. She did not get the Helen Reddy song reference.“Why are we clothes shopping?”“You wanna wear thongs, right?”She looked a... him quizzically.“Seriously? I thought Mom--”“Don’t worry about Mom. She won’t know, okay? Our secret. I want to see you in a thong.”“See me?”“Here is the deal. You can get several thongs, different kinds, like 6 of them and --”“Seven!! One for each day!” she said excitedly.“Oh, okay, seven then. And when we get back here you’re gonna model all of them for. Thisstory is copyright (c) 2010 Amy Komori. All rights reserved.Chapter One:Aftermath Some people are born, some people are made, some people are acombination. I was apparently a combo meal of some kind. And now I waswho I was?the person the world thought I was?for the duration. AmyKomori. A girl who hadn't even existed at Halloween time the yearbefore.Speaking of Halloween, it came and went in the aftermath of Darla'sdisappearance. I'm not sure how deeply her loss affected anyone. Your broadcast said there's still a good chance I'd not only die, but die horribly." That's correct." Monique pushed her short hair behind her ear as she regarded him. "It's a terrible disease, death is a very real possibility, but your odds are good. If you don't volunteer, it's only a matter of time until you'll contract it anyway. You'd do better being treated than suffering on your own." Yeah, I got that." Dennis took a last drag on his spindly cigarette before tossing the stub into the. You tell the maid you left the key in your room and need to get in. There you see Jason Statham and his girlfriend,Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, arguing."Oh, I'm sorry, I got the wrong room" you say, trying to get out"What the fuck are you doing here you puny little cunt, can't get a girl so you check out my fucking girlfriend" Jason says, shoving you aganist a wall"Leave him alone, he made a mistake" Rosie says, coming to your aid"Shut up you ugly slut, this is all your fault, if you just put.