What's going on? What do you need?" My stuff, for one. Clothes, for another. A way to get to class, too!"Many looked around. "I, well..." She scratche... her head. "There are some leftover costumes here? Stuff people took off and stuff? Though if someone wants it back that'd be pretty bad that I lost it, you know?" My stuff was stolen!" Okay! Okay! Look, um, you can take something. Wear it for a while until we figure it out." I need to get to class. I can go home to change, but not like. We have a small ranch house; Bart is in the guest room way on the other side of the house I mean Way on the other side. My computer room is right off of my bedroom, that little shit, he used our video recorder in the Den to record me sitting there playing and then fucking myself with two of my favorite big fat dildo's I was in one of my real nasty feeling moods. I mean I was on my back on the floor fucking myself as I was talking to a man jacking off. I was very wild that night. I think it was. A part of him liked to think that she would run with him instead of away. The frail sound of her voice as she left stuck with him, haunting him and making him doubt everything he’d shouted at her. At the same time, he cursed himself wishing that Hadley would stop fighting the world and herself. Underneath all of her stubbornness and cheeky retorts, she was soft and vulnerable. If she had built a wall up to protect herself from something in her past, she should be able to take it back down. And. Damn it! You've already got two wives and a dozen women!"I held my breath as I waited for her to continue."But the more I'm around you, and the more I learn about you, the more I admire you. I want you to love me, and I think I want to love you. I'm just not sure about sharing you with all the others," she said and then paused."I understand," I said. "I haven't scanned you because I promised myself I wouldn't until you make your decision. And I'll stand by that until you do." Thank you," she.