"Ethan shrugged, "The press is making that up." So, you're not getting death threats?"Ethan hugged her a little tighter, "I didn't say that. I've been...getting a few, but I never bothered to tell anybody about them. The press is just guessing. Either that, or they're making the threats and then writing about them." I hope you're being careful," said Chastity."No more than usual," said Ethan, stepping out of the elevator. "I survived six years covering wars in the Middle East. I'm not going to. In other words, I might give your staff orders that they think are crazy. I don't want to run the risk of their not instantly obeying in an emergency, and that's a large part of why I'm down here now. Okay?" I understand what you want and that your parents want it too. I'll make sure everyone knows it. Speaking of 'weird shit', we witnessed a considerable amount of that over the last hour. Can I ask you some questions about it?" I can't promise to give satisfactory answers, but you can try. Young men and their hormones should not be trusted too much. After much argument with myself and an eternity of trying to lay my qualms to rest, I finally let her head rest on my shoulders as I put my arm under her head and wrapped it up across her resting my palm on the curve of her stomach as she lay sideways facing me. In the dark of the tent, when I looked at her, all I saw was the silhouette of her hair as it ran down her face. I suppose that was when she woke up as she moved her hand. But I'm not there anymore. I probably still would've gone through MORFS again, and my parents would still throw me out. There's no point in taking revenge."Gavin nodded, "I'm impressed with your maturity. Of course if you press charges they could be made to compensate you financially."'Well I could use some funds for my college, but to pluck them?' "What do you recommend Mr. Benson?" Call me Gavin. Well it's up to you. If it were me, I would fill in the paperwork and sue them for a significant.