Aunt Maxine in particular was a pretty cool lady, and I can admit now that I probably had a crush on her for a long time. Laurie would have laughed at...that, but I don’t think she was ever the woman her mother was.I always remained my usual antisocial, reclusive self, but something about having sex with my cousin must have softened me up a little. I still didn’t understand or trust people enough to open up and make myself vulnerable, but I think I’ve become more tolerant of their, uh,. A smile crept onto his thin, pink lips. Alluring, but frightening too... Fuck... the desks are double. I have to sit literally next to him. Whatever god gives a damn about me, please don't let me fart or do something stupid... Please..."Hi." God damnit his voice is so sexy. Low and lilting, and what's this?! He's English?! He's frickin English?! Don't think about the boner, hide it Alice! "Hey.", I reply awkwardly, slipping into the seat at his side. Please leave the conversation there, I. " Yes, yes, good. Come in!"The man stepped back and allowed her into the tower. It smelled of rot. Shields and swords hung on the walls, although clearly its master was not one for their use.The old man waved a hand forwards. "Come with me to my room. We have much to discuss."Melancthe was feeling slightly sick with nerves, but she followed the old man as he walked at some pace through the winding corridors of the tower. Her burgoning magic powers and sharp wits were the only thing that could. Juliette remembered Tracy saying she would think of some sort of act once she got to the Saloon. It looked as though her skill with animals had paid off. It was not her only skill, she had the gift of the gab too. Tracy's patter, delivered in a lazy Texan drawl was as glib as it was corny.Juliette remembered Tracy's tentative plan to escape from Black Bear Mountain and, with a rush of hope, realized that, with a helicopter on the roof, perhaps tonight would be the opportunity they had been.