"Before you go anywhere I need to do something first," she said.She pulled a comb from her pocket and began to comb his unkempt hair."My goodness Alex..." she said. "I can't believe that you were goingoutside with your hair looking like that."When she was done she put the comb back in her pocket."Thank Mrs. T. Sometimes I forget to comb it. But you know I reallydon't pay any attention to how I look." Yeah, he doesn't care if he looks nice or not," I added."Well I do and as long as he is staying. As I were walking to my friend’s room, I heard soft moan coming from her room. Then I knew that this wasn’t the last time we’ll have this game. Few months passed when I didn’t saw her again. Until the one afternoon when I stood behind their door. I rang the doorbell. I went speechless as she opened the door. She was wearing black, short and tight top and tight jeans. She had her brown hair open, landing on her shoulders. ‘Hi… Are..,’ I mumbled. ‘Hi! No, he isn’t home now, but he should come. "As McAllister retrieved the piece of wood, a flash of something leapt from the end to Ban-Den's crotch, sizzling the air as it passed.Almost immediately, the short man made a strange face, and McAllister watched as a look of resolve replaced the stunned surprise the shorter man showed."What happened?" McAllister asked."We had a contest of wills," Ban-Den answered, shortly. "It is not evil nor does it mean us lasting harm, though it will perform acts of mischief, such as that last one. It means. .. I guess everybody's always called me Tommy and I'm just used to it. But I can see how it can bug you. It's tough when people don't realize you've grown up, isn't it?" Yeah," the eight year old replied."There's one advantage of being called Tommy: when somebody uses my real name I know I'm in trouble and if they use all three of them, I'm really in trouble." Does your mother do that a lot?"I just chuckled. "No, she's pretty much turned that job over to this beautiful lady here."Damned elbow!.