I had stayed in contact with several people over the years, one was my first spotter. I wrote to him once or twice a week, his name was Nelson McBride...and surprisingly he lived only a couple of hundred miles away. Two things happened because of that incident in the dinner.First, the older men started nodding to me or stopping by the house to talk. Second was something strange, someone from the Sheriff’s office had tried to access my military file. The day after high school got out I had a visit. "Nothing..." I look away from him and hold back some tears. I'm obviously upset, and it doesn't take him long to notice."What's wrong?" He presses. I look at him with his dark blond hair, grey eyes, and lean body. He has a swimmer's body. And he's tall. He must have a million girls chasing him at college."It's...my boyfriend. Or should I say my ex-boyfriend." Uh-oh. Boy trouble..." He tries to give me a teasing smile. "Want me to kick his ass? What'd he do?" Nothing. It's me!" I can't help but. Neha: nhi.Me: kabhi kisi ko kiss kia h.Neha: nhiMe: mujhe tu bhut achi lagti h, kya mai tujhe ek kiss karu, wo kuch ni boli to mene ek haath uskiKamar me dalkar use apni taraf khincha or kiss karne hi waka tha ki wo piche hat gai or kaha koi aa gaya to, mene jaldi se pc band kia or uth kar door bhi closed kar dia phr use khada kia or apni tarah laya wo bhi bina kisi dar k mujhse lipat gai, phr mene usse uthakar bed par litaya or tut pada mene use kiss karna start kar dia, mujhe bahut maza aa. “How the hell am I gonna get up there?” He paused for a few seconds, “Wait I have an idea…” He whispered up to Zoey. Zoey’s room was on the second floor and was at least thirty feet from where Dylan had been standing. Then, Dylan started to sprint away from Zoey. “What the hell are you doing!?” Zoey said in a loud whisper. “Just hold on a second” Dylan said mischievously. He had ran to a large tree with a branch just close enough to Zoey’s window where as to Dylan thought he could jump in. He.