Already I felt myself relax around her. She had such a down to earth, homely radiance it put me to my ease almost instantly. “Filthy habit you know... don’t suppose you have any spare?” She asked, spying the largely forgotten cigarette in my hand. “Oh. of course.” I replied, fumbling in my pocket for my pack and lighter. I pulled one out and went to hand it to her. As she went to reach for it our fingers grazed. Electricity seemed to shoot right through us and before I knew it I had my lips. Donny's friends pulled Graydon off. Donny jumped up and hit Graydon with a round-house punch. After that it was a melee of wild punches with Graydon trying to get inside Donny's longer reach."You're new here," the Principal said, frowning at a bloody-faced Graydon whose split lip and swollen eye were evidence that he hadn't done well against the larger boy. "You'd best remember that we don't tolerate fighting. If you expect to get along here, you'd better stay out of fights. Now, what's your. Someone your age should never have been forced into such a life so young. God is rarely merciful or considerate, merely demanding and stern. Your life was always going to be one of hardship and loss and so I guess I will have to be the merciful one in your life and do my best to dispatch it swiftly and with dignity. Perhaps your father will even be able to bury you under your own name, rather than this identity others have cobbled together for you. Come, I will send you to your maker so that. Once you get into it you wont notice anyone else. And you're fucking stunning so the other chicks will be envious of you!" You have to say that" Jordan replied.That evening we went for an hour drive and arrived at an unassuming house in the northern suburbs. There were cars up the driveway and parked on the street in front of the house."Geezus!!" I said. "We should have got here earlier."Jordan was looking at me nervously. She was looking hot in her favorite short black dress and her hair in 2.