I captured her chin with my hand and made her look back into my eyes. "I like you. Do you like me?"Her eyes went wild, but I held her chin firmly."It'... not a hard question to answer," I said softly. "You either do, or you don't. If you do, I'll be happy. But if you don't, I understand. It's not the end of the world if I'm not your type."Finally her eyes came to rest on mine. I saw in her face how much courage it took her to say "I do like you." I want to kiss you," I said, still looking into. "OHH YA, that’s a real pussy" Gene said as he came inside her, they went out to the back yard where Jessica once again saw the spit and the fire pit that took her life the night before, then Gene showed her the nicely packaged meat's in the freezer, "That’s your leftover meat" he said looking at Jessica, "Yumm, go sit down at the table ill fix us some breakfast with that yummy looking meat" she said as Gene went to the kitchen and sat down to a cup of hot coffee while Jessica picked up some. The lights blinking in the window of the old, odd-looking estate had been the only possible reprise in sight.She had walked stubbornly for miles, convinced that the next town was far closer than it had proved to be, before stumbling across a huge wrought-iron gate amidst the thicket by the rural pot-holed road. Overjoyed and desperate, she ran through the creaking gate, slid on all fours over mud and autumn leaves up the dark garden path, near collapsing at the mansion door as she realised just. Cyn–for this is how she introduced herself to me–weaves her way away from it, and I admire the view. ‘You are a lightweight, aren’t you?’ ‘I barely register on the scales,’ I answer, smiling wryly. ‘But I’m cute.’ Another amused noise from off our little stage. Rain on her windows and distant thunder. What else is there to say? The front room is much like the girl. Or maybe it’s the other way round. A comfortable collection of things pulled out of pockets and mailboxes, empty glasses,.