A boring job perhaps but That’s ok. I never really had many dreams, and it gives me the chance to talk to people. You’d be surprised just what a b...nker hears. As for my angel, she’s an art student, if you ask me, she’s going to be huge. Her art is a refreshing traditional style, she paints what she see’s in her eyes and heart. Not what she thinks people want to see. I think she’s very talented and that her part-time job, in a hospital coffee shop is beneath her. But she tells me she likes it,. " He laughed. "Set on fire by a sophomore! Boy, that felt good, let me tell you." He started steering me toward the group he had left to come talk to me."It felt good?" I asked. It was a puzzling thing to say."You betcha. I was way too big for my britches all season long. I was headed for a fall. I'm just glad it happened now, when I was still playing high school soccer. I've got a full ride to the University of Florida next year, and I would have really been in deep shit if I had walked in. I shall see you when I arise.-Drake"I noticed he didn't sign it "Master Drake" this confused me but I wouldn't question it now. I groggily rolled out of bed and headed to the wardrobe. I picked out a simple blue shirt and black skirt. Again, no panties or bra. I found a bathroom leading off from the bed room and decided to take a shower.I turned the water up til it was scalding and let it wash away my shame and pain. Soon I couldn't tell what was my tears and what was runoff water. I felt so. You saw him.’ ‘Yes,’ admitted Keme. The child lowered her hands from his ears. ‘You were scared,’ she said, and giggled. ‘Scared of the spider.’ ‘He looked scary,’ admitted Keme. ‘But in the end he didn’t harm us.’ ‘Giant snail monster,’ said the girl, and giggled again. ‘Snail monster?’ asked the worn out man, alarm in his voice. ‘When?’ ‘Ssshh,’ said the girl, holding a finger over her lips. ‘Secret.’ ‘Evelin tell me more about the snail monster,’ said the worn out man, rising from his seat..