”“You mean Alyssa Miles?” he answered in a haughty manner. “You don’t even know her name. I’d advise you to leave.”“Her name is Alyssa...Childers, and she’s my mother,” Stacy answered as un-snidely as she could. “Her ex-husband, my dad, is getting remarried and wants to invite her to the wedding.” She produced the elaborate invitation as further proof.“She expecting you?” the guy was busting her chops for the hell of it.“It was supposed to be a surprise,” Stacy said, doing her best to generate. " And that worries you?" Shouldn't it? My friends won't give me a minute's peace if they see you in that suit." Damian could tell the conversation was headed down a trail he didn't want to traverse."Your friends, huh? What have they said?" she replied, suddenly aware the room was getting very warm or she was flushed."You know...just boy stuff." Like what? I hope they were being kind," she said, winking at her son."Oh yeah, they wouldn't dare say anything mean. They just think you're pretty hot. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I saw you looking at me in the mirror." she said with a smile. "I don't know what you saw or thought you saw but I wasn't..." "It's ok I wanted you to see, that's why I left the door slightly open." she said. "But you hate me, you've hated me for over a year ever since..." In my mind I went back through the months trying to remember the exact date April started to treat me with hostility. Then it hit me..."It was right about the time I started dating Meg!" I said. He would take her, consume her completely, and make her into a new image. She would lose all her body hair, which was not necessarily a bad thing, since it was impossible to keep clean when everything was frozen and when the fire disk passed over, bringing brightness to the land as it did after each dark time, her fur often became matted and smelly, and it itched terribly. She still couldn't figure out how the underside of her fur could get wet before the outside did, but it often happened.The.