“No.” But her face had gone a shade whiter. Houlihan sat back in his chair. “I don’t believe you.” “I didn’t! I swear!” Now, Monica re...lly wasn’t looking good. Her eyes had a slightly hysterical look. Houlihan whipped open his cell phone. He went to the file containing pictures, and showed a picture of her license plate, and also other cars parked on the street. “What night was this? Where were you?” Busted. Monica knew. Somehow, he knew. “Who told you?” She raged. “Who the fuck told you? . And inside of it was what looked like a pink vibrator, about my thickness and by looking at those others on display I guessed was probably just about as long. On another shelf nearby I saw a bottle of lube and grabbed that as well.Thankfully the guy did not even blink when I set it in front of him, and about $20 bought me what was probably the strangest present a guy ever got for his girlfriend for her “Sweet 16” birthday. I stopped at the liquor store and bought a four pack of C cell. To date there was no evidence of natives. Living 200 years was obviously an exaggeration. She had some sort of power. Steven had read about witches that could read peoples minds, or see the future. This was something more like that. One other thing, where were these intense feelings coming from? Yes she was a beautiful girl, maybe the most beautiful in the world. Yet, Steven was always in control of his emotions. This love, it was consuming him. It had come suddenly even with the two lovelies. The smell took me back--toast, bacon, and egg yolk. Like my mother, Lorena had cut the sandwiches into two triangles. I picked a half up with each hand and looked at them. I knew how they would taste--exactly as if my mom made them for me.The Assemblyman sat down at the table. "We need to talk."John-John, the Professor, Brandi, Kellie, Ashley, Joey, and Elizabeth took the seats around me."I thought my mom was crazy and that she hated me," I said. "Comes to pass--you remember the bad stuff.