Anything." He laughed as soon as Justine spoke."Are you sure about that?" He asked reaching behind Justine's hair."About what?" The words wrought in c...nfusion. John pulled a strange clip from the back of Justine's hair, causing the long golden tresses to fall around her shapely waist.Slowly the young man pulled her in, their lips met. "I have never met a girl as well put together as you are Justine." The girl in his arms smiled coyly, blushing as he continued. "I'd be proud if you'd go out with. Abby kept me informed as to George’s condition. By the time the ambulance had him moved onto the Emergency Room gurney, he was starting to come around. The doctors were suggesting that all he had really sustained was a moderate concussion and a wound where the bullet dug a trench along the side of his head. Once that was stitched, he was going to be admitted for two days of observation. Abby assured me that that was the extent of George’s troubles. She said she heard it from a doctor, whom, she. He's ok with this, and is looking forward to it, as are we. On the Saturday, we check into the hotel around 4:00 pm and you let him know what room number. He agrees to be there by 7:00. We have an early dinner, and can feel the excitement building. Numerous times we check with each other that this is ok to do, and that we both still want to. So far, so good. Though I'm aware that at the time it happens, there's a chance somebody won't be able to go through with it. I'm confident. “Tess!” he said, finally addressing her. “Since you’ve kissed the figurine and recited the incantation, we already have your consent, in a manner of speaking.”Tess’ stomach lurched. Shit, this really was for real, somehow, in some warped parallel universe. But she hadn’t really consented to anything; she hadn’t believed it was for real.Basher continued. “But since you’ve dithered so, we want to make doubly sure. In addition to which, you were pretty drunk when you did it, which makes the whole.