..where? Lora opened the small black case and John looked at the device she slid into her hand. It looked like the remote control for a television se..., small and black with buttons, knobs, and switches. "You can play with it later. I need to teach you how to use it," she said with a hint of conspiracy in her voice. She looked up and nodded over John's right shoulder. "She's here. Your wife's here." John turned and looked behind him. It was his wife but not like he'd seen her before. She was. I looked in the rear view mirror to see Anastasia twerkin in her seat.“What? Me and my girls lose it when this comes on in Level 2.”“As much as I used to run up in there with my folks, I’m surprised I didn’t see you.”“That’s because I used to come home on the weekends from Nashville.”“TSU?”“Naw Fisk.”I pulled out the parking lot and headed towards Quisha’s, I had second thoughts about driving them there but I didn’t want to be thrown in the box for k**napping. I hate to be that paranoid when it. When she arrived back home her family was, of course, glad to see her. Her friends from high school still acted as they previously had as did others in the area. Yet somehow things seemed a little different. It wasn’t exactly that Emily didn’t feel that she belonged here any more. Not exactly that, but something along those lines. She still loved the area, the town and the people, her friends. But somehow they didn’t seem quite the same. She realized that it was she who had changed and not the. As I realised I was staring I snapped out of it and went to brush passed him before realising I had no clothes on. I tried to retreat into the bathroom but Colin had, not noticing my lack of clothing in his half conscious state, overtaken me and was halfway into the bathroom. Pausing as I tried to figure out what to do I realised we were both there, inches from one another, both in the doorway of the bathroom as his hand brushed over my stomach, his shoulder gently tickling my nipple as he.