Yes, I am better than you. Therefore he just has to date only the best, most deserving girl right!? But he’s an asshole. He’s rude. He talks down ...o her. Every time they’re alone it’s to have sex. Yeah, we’re 18 so we’re old enough but still, there’s more to life. Hell, there’s more to Clara. I wish she would see and understand for herself. All she is to him is a girl. A girl who happens to be hot, popular, and captain on the cheerleader team. On top of that she never questions him and allows. ”“Oh Λούσι you don't need arrows all you need to do is pull then string.” he told her by saying her native nameLucie pulled the bows sting back and could hear a slight humming coming from with in the bow which got louder the more she pulled the sting back, then just as she got to full tension she could see small bits of particles in the air being pulled in to the bow, which then was pushing them out alone the sting to the notch, Luice stared in awe as she could see the bow creating an arrow out. "First, while this sensory information is overlaid atop your vision, it is not sight. Second, the things you are 'sensing' are much smaller than grains of sand. What you are sensing are molecules." Molecules!" we simulcast."Molecules," Bud repeated. "But sensing them is only the beginning." How?" one of us said. "What?" asked the other. Who said which was lost in the moment."Right now you are sensing molecules along a cross section of your field of focus. With a depth of focus that is. Always happily resulted in her playfully dry-humping him through their nightwear during commercials and they had enjoyed each other's company alone those evenings far too much for even their own comfort. This evening though, years later and each overtly predatory of the other, she arched heavily and agreeably against her brother, her head thrown back on his shoulder and her face to his throat. He rubbed and tugged at her harder and then whispered to his sister in a once-ambiguous lyric from one.