I turned to Cecil, on the floor, and threatened, "You say a word and I'll fucking destroy you." Cecil laughed, standing up, "Actually, if you don't dr...p to your knees and suck my cock, the truth of your steroid use goes viral." Damon grabbed my arm as I was about to punch the faggot again. "Dude, get a grip; he means it." "Not if I kill the fucker," I said. "I've already sent the picture of the steroids to a friend and he will release the info if I end up beaten or dead," the smug faggot. And sometimes she was that little girl who hid behind her mother peeking out at the stranger. She was susceptible to being overly self-conscious, so he indulged her whims. To him she was someone who would always love him, accept the imperfect him, understand the confused him, even when he was the wrong him, because that was the only version she knew how to be. “You’re my favorite,” he said offhand. “Favorite?” “Yeah,” he stammered. “My favorite lips to kiss. My favorite name to see appear on. I want tosee you dance on this for awhile."Joan felt Kit dragging her by the hair as John made his way over to Don'slap. His face was distorted she noticed as she passed but at present thebitch had a good hold on her hair and was dragging her by it. She could dolittle but trail along like a puppy. As they entered the kitchen, Joanwas scared of what to expect as Kit came to the backdoor. She raised Joanhead up by the hair after opening it and turning on the back door light."I saw. Is my sunscreen there on the bench?" It was Owen."Yeah, I see it," replied Taylor."Would you mind bringing it to me? I don't want to give up on a momentof this sun tanning time." Owen just lay on the grass staring up at thesun."I'll toss it to you," Taylor offered."No. Just bring it here. I might have you put some on my back. Youremember how burned I got last week." Taylor did remember that. He gotreally red. Taylor just shrugged his shoulder and felt it wasn't such abig deal to help his.