I'll give her a hug, then I'll kill her." We both chuckled and returned to talking about our companions."Wynne isn't stupid, so if she doesn't know, s...e will in five minutes, even if we tried to hide it."I nodded. "Agreed. And the rest aren't going to care one way or the other." So we just ... tell everyone?" Nah. We just act like nothing happened, like we've been together forever, and act stupid if anyone draws attention to it."He grinned. "Sounds like fun. But ... do we have to go back. I had to argue with them that she really had meant for me to show up by myself. Amber didn’t like it but had grudgingly accepted my ultimatum that either she stayed home or I wouldn’t go.I drove out from the shadow of the trees and into the barren field that had long ago turned to weed and fledgling saplings. It was a shame about all of the garbage that had been left here over time. The field was littered with the soggy carcasses of sunbleached cardboard beer cases, broken glass, empty bottles,. Slowly, Laura raised up, straightening. She turned to gaze in bewilderment at the handsome black animal who was staring up at her with brown eyes twinkling, ears slightly cocked, mouth opened and tongue lolling, and graceful tail wagging in a friendly motion. Then he softly growled."What... what is it, boy?" the frightened little girl asked.The strange dog uttered another muted grow], and the sensually intoxicated young tomboy wasn't sure if she were imagining things or not but it seemed he. Realizing that they would never take direction from him, regardless of how good it was, Trent resolved to use a little play on words and in doing so the infamous Mr. E. was born. Mr. Wang had noticed Trent’s uncanny ability to memorize and retain mass quantities of information. With his help, Trent was able to train his mind to be near photographic at times. Setting out to learn everything he could about football and cheerleading, Trent started to formulate plays and choreograph cheers. He.