His death had devastated me, and I now realized that while I thought I had recovered, I had not. Instead, I had buried the part of me that Gary had co...plemented so well, and as a result I was only half of a person.Oh, that's not to say that I was this morose, depressed woman the entire time these last three years, although I was for parts of it. But I was never truly happy. Until now. This seventeen year old boy, someone less then half my age, was making me happy. Nearly as happy as I had been. Right now things aren't very organized or even completely thought out, but I will do my best to improve the story and organization if people seem to enjoy it and the idea doesn't suck ass. Please feel free to leave me constructive feedback! Enjoy!Your eye's slowly open as you're greeted by the bright beams of sunlight shining through your window. You look at the clock on the nightstand and see it displaying the time 9:27 am, and the date, July 11th. The corners of your mouth creep up into a. “What's your stage name redbone?” Swain asked calmly, struggling to gain composure. “Pudding,” she answer softly looking down at her cuffed wrists. “Pudding huh.... So, Pudding, you want to go to jail, or you want to go home?” At this point he was joking. There was no way he would take her to jail. “Home,” she said, then opened her legs wider, giving him a better view. She licked her plush lips. She held her hands up and pouted. “You promise you won't hurt me?” . Dance. Her balance wasn’t perfect, of course, but her steps and spins, gestures with her arms, fitted well with the rhythm of the lively music.About half-way through the disc, she paused. “Daddy dance?”“Not as well as you, sweetie.”The little girl stood, head cocked in query. Harry had, it’s true, learned to stumble through some very basic dances with Kat, but he had no illusions about his general clumsiness. Nonetheless, he stood and held out a hand to the little girl, who clasped his middle.