Preston had grabbedan apple from a vendor in the square and ran. The man called to thepolice and the chase began with the result being that Wing smell...d likedeath.When Wing arrived back home Preston was waiting."Wow that was so much fun," stated Preston."Maybe for you," said Wing as he brushed some trash from his schooluniform."The chase was the best, I was so excited when I lost the police, I lovedoing that, my heart beats with excitement for hours afterward," saidPreston."It just scared me,. People are just the same inside as they alwayswere." The only real change is that now we don't have the shorthand we used torely on to decide who someone is. A middle aged black man is an old whitewoman inside. A fat woman is a little girl. A Hispanic woman was a blackboy." She gestured down at herself. "An old white broad is now a youngredheaded sexpot." It's a good thing. Because now instead of relying on appearances youhave to do what you always had to do. Talk to the person and get to. ..I wanted to surprise him, went over to his house, and I heard someone screaming inside, and I’m dead serious, I thought someone was in trouble.” I breathe a laugh of disbelief on my part. “I walked into his house and...there they were.” “They met five days ago?” he asks, clarifying that point of the story. “Well, I thought they met at that house party we had, remember when we played quarters and that night you and me and...well anyway, he was there. But, I don’t know, I could see they hit. ............."Mmhmm... that's very interesting..." At this point, I'm beginning to become nervous; I'm alone with my crush?..............."Would you like to do something to pass the time?" she giggledMaybe she didn't exactly have a clear understanding of just how long she was in the rain; although this really didn't seem too innocent. She began to removed her top, maybe she believed the tight white shirt underneath was enough to hide her breasts? they seeped through her shirt, she was.