I THINK you should talk to me, because I am a very nice person. And you are clearly a VERY nice person, and that makes us Very nice people, together, ...hich MEANS ... You Should Talk To Me!"Lou Ann giggled.Bobby-Jo teared up.Lane looked at me like I had just turned water into wine.Charles grabbed me hand, slapped my back, and said, "I can't believe you got a response out of her. Lou Ann never seems to take an interest in anybody."You like kids, don't you?" He was on the hunt, and going to track. She asked me why i brought her to my place. I said,” please don’t get me wrong. I know you had a rough time at dinner. I know you saw something at your bf’s place which made it worse. I brought u here so that we can talk. No other intentions”. By this time we were inside the house. She suddenly lost it completely. She fell on me and cried. I pacified her for the next hour or so.She was little better now. I offered her a drink which she accepted. We sat and chatted for a while. I went close to. "Oh but I was prepared for that, Love," the demon cooed smoothly, theirbodies inches away from each other. The demon slowly dragged the claw ofhis finger upward tracing ever so gently across the skin, circlingbefore entering the cavity of his navel. The boy shivered with goosebumps his bellybutton stretching as he felt an odd feeling of frictionagainst his skin, The Demon pulled away allowing him to glance at thesmall marble like jewel that contrasted so much with his pale skin.THWACK!"Agh!" he. "Well, sort of," Buddha nodded. "I didn't really realize it at first, and the second winter things were getting close, but by then I'd started to get a little reputation among the hard cores as being more interested in surfing than T-shirts. Well, I had this kid in my French class, Robbie Halstead. He was a real hardcore, still comes around. Back then, he was working in the surf shop in Melbourne, but hanging out here in his spare time. One day, this gal who only spoke French came into the shop.