They shared the same room, Dale and John. Dale was three years older than me but John was the same age. Within a few weeks.John and I had a lot in com...on, grades, band, reading, liked basically the same music. We just hit it off. It didn't hurt that he was also very cute. Actually, I had rather a crush on John. I knew it was just that, a crush, I mean, I was twelve, almost thirteen, at the time.As the months went on, I felt more and more at home and was really happy with my new, blended. To her amazement and horror, John smacked her bottom and told her to stand up again.“Feelia, you have not understood what happened back there. YOU tracked the enemy and worked with me to rescue your children and your sister, so you have no obligation towards me; neither you nor your sister. You were the brave one who set out on the rescue mission. I was merely your assistant.”“But you killed these men for me, so you were the rescuer!”“Feelia, if a chief sends his men to do something, and they. I ask Sue if she wouldlike to come back inside, now that the fire is roaring. Itis cold out here.We sit beside one another, separated by a duenna's palmwidth of propriety, she in her gleaming leotard while I amnaked. I watch as the light from the burning logs flickerover her face. There are almost-freckles on her cheeks thatalmost glow as the tongues of flame lick outward in thefireplace. I can feel Sue's flush rise from the warmth ofthe blaze before us. I long to feel the heat rise from. "Glory Holes." the woman said as I slid past me and chris."Ohhh… Let’s go look." I said, taking chris’s hand and pulling him toward the shadows of the back room. They entered the darkness and saw rows of doors on each side of the corridor. The muffled sound of many different voices and subtle music filled the hallway. I watched as a man exited one of the doors. The door remained open as he left. Still holding his hand, I pulled chris down the corridor and into the room. It was not a large room,.