The unfortunate thing for Chance though, is his shyness. He could probably have any girl he wanted in school or the old neighborhood. But he was too a...raid to approach them and talk. If he even thought about doing that, his mouth would go dry and his mind would follow right behind, emptying of anything to say. Sometimes the girls would approach him and he would excuse himself from a conversation that was going to be bad before it ever started. Unfortunately because of his excessive shyness, he. We had got into the habit of, whenever there were sleepovers or movie nights within our group, snuggling up together on the couch - one night he even fell asleep with his head on my chest, and we stayed that way all night.Well, it wasn't any different this time, as we snuggled against each other tightly. I kept sending him telepathic messages, urging him to lean down and kiss me.They didn't work - by nature, Robbie had always been somewhat shy in some ways.So I pulled away from his arms, sat up. "You actually do have a letter," he said turning around stifling a yawn with the back of his hand, "Letter of some kind, not from your folks though." He turned back around and handed over the envelope. I didnt recognize the sender and curiosity was getting the better of me. I ripped it open with a finger and took out the letter inside. It was written on a stiffer, formal kind of paper. I skimmed it quickly but half way down decided to read it again from the top."This cant be right," I muttered. Thank you, my darlin', I needed ta see and do all that killin' fer my own peace of mind!" Ain't no need ta thank me. I blame myself fer lettin' ya go without no escort. I shoulda been there." No, dear, I'm glad ya weren't there. They would of killed ya and taken me, anyway. Then I wouldn't of had nobody ta rescue me, an' I wouldn't of cared ifen they had." Well, JJ's OK, an' he's at the ranch waiting fer his momma. I know he'll be as glad ta see ya as I am."They spent the day at the ranch with.