Said it was some kinda birth thing. Then there is the fact that we cant tell each other about it unless we plan on including that person in a threesom... with me and Shelly. Now Shelly is what a shrink would call a troubled teen. Her parents are poor drug addicts who attempt to sell everything they can to have some money for there heroine. So she spends most of her time at my place because of the fact that her parents are rarely sober enough to acknowledge the fact that they have a seventeen. She laughs when I ask, telling me I can be anything I want, making it sound like how she talks to her students. Then she’ll press her finger firmly against my lips and the corners of her lips will curve upwards in a wicked, knowing smile. One of these days I’m going to call her on it, and get a straight answer out of her. Yeah, right. Not with the promise of what she does to me hanging between us like some sort of narcotic haze, making it impossible for me to say ‘no’ to even her most. "We should buy a bigger bed. Sleeping was very intimate but a bit too crowded. Three really is a crowd in that bed." I don't think that will be necessary. I was thinking that we should all move to the villa. It is much larger and we wouldn't make the neighbours sleepless." What about your mission? You said you couldn't leave the apartment," I said in shock."The mission ended yesterday so I'm once again back in control of myself." Then why are you still acting like my personal slave?" That's a. “She’s pissed because I won’t share the LSD with her,” Dave’s eyes widened, “Did you see that? Biggest fuckin’ yellow bat just flew through the room. Couldn’t get on him or I’d a shot the fucker." “Please stop it, Dave,” Cyn pleaded, “I’m sorry I didn’t give you a heads up before I brought Scott home.” “You owe me, you could have called so I could just been gone for a while. Or I coulda went out to the shop to load some more ammo. I really like the magnum stuff… how about you Scrott?” “Uh, I.