‘I will never talk to you again.’ Thorne wanted to ignore her but his heart wanted this so much. ‘I’ll be beside you, sweet.’ * * * * * Jaco... had been watching Pieter all night. The older man had been giving him the evil eye all night and now that he was watching the house’s owner and Sammi interact, he felt his eyes even more, boring thoughts through the back of his head. ‘What?’ Pieter glared at the man, arching an eyebrow at his bellow. ‘Is there a problem?’ ‘Yes. You’ve been staring at me. He wore eyeglasses with round lenses and a pencil-thin moustache that crawled across the lower edge of his upper lip. Monique almost chuckled to herself the first time she saw him, since it appeared that he couldn't decide whether he wanted to be a beatnik, John Lennon or Clark Gable, and was combining the three. He parted his longish hair in the middle and when she finally got a chance to look at his eyes, she noticed that they were the dark green of summer leaves. They seemed to pierce right. ." I stopped him before he could finish. "Don't lie to me Justin! You know I will beat the shit out of you! So stop the bullshit now and Tell Me!!" I said to him, making him back up a bit. "Her name is Anne, she is in grade ten at Bromway High. Her brother and I are friends." He finally said. I then said "Ok, well that tells me who she is, but it doesn't tell me just what you guys were doing. She is what, 16 turning 17? And you are only 15 Justin!" Anne got down off the counter and started to. Just the opposite. I'm just feeling really good right now." "What are you wearing?" "Ha. Nothing at all. I just got done giving myself a good time." "Oh darn, I was hoping you were going to tell me a bedtime story." "I would love to, sweetie. Take a minute to get ready and I'll think of one." I'm not prepared for this but I start to spin a story in my head. I base it on a fantasy I've been having for a very long time. "Okay, I'm ready." "Are you hard yet?" "Just a little." "Okay. We're going.