‘Like when you were eighteen?’ ‘Um-hmm,’ and she rubbed herself on him. ‘Not a good idea here. You’ll just have to take that thought home ...ith you.’ ‘I guess so, … and before I do anyway,’ and we kissed again. I waited outside the building till she got past the doorman and then headed home. Just a table lamp was on when I opened the door. Under it was a note from my mother in her somewhat formal style, not just saying that they had been invited out and would be late, but also remarking that she. I was doomed.My family... my friends... I could not let that happen. I needed time to think, but they were not allowing that.Karen finished my makeup and walked me back to the desk. She had me pose for a few more pictures, and then she grabbed me by the hand and walked me out of Mr. Barkly's office. I was terrified. I was shaking and trembling and could not look up for fear of seeing the other workers see me like this.Karen walked me over to Brad's cube and she took a hand and pushed my chin up. . we decided to try it out, and it worked like a dream. One of the stumps flew about ten feet into the air.”“You would have loved it,” Roc said with a big smile.I could see how blowing some stuff up could be a good time.“We thought we knew what we were doing.”“The key word there is ‘thought,’” Mrs. Pearson reminded him.“Well, it did make it all go faster,” he defended himself.“What went wrong?” I asked.“We had this big maple-tree stump next to an old shed. We’d gotten the hang of digging the. "You like?"Jess nearly jumped a foot in the air and fell against the statue. She turned around, regaining her composure and footing, and found a small, olive skinned man with thick curly hair and a goatee, eying her with an amused smile. He was wear a tight v-necked shirt and threadbare jeans. On his wrist was a thick, golden bracelet studded with colored gems."You like?" He asked again, his words thick with an accent Jess could not place geographically."Yes." She stammered. "I like." Good!".