Val wasmy only hope, my only grip on life and reason right then and I had to keepher alive. She was the only control I had in a world that had turned ...omersaults. I knew that something had been going on outside but I didn't know what. I knew, or rather I guessed, that something had been played out outside theaeroplane that could have and might still, mean life or death for both me andVal and the rest of the crew but for the last fifteen minutes or so thingshad been quiet. We had been flying a. "Setting lotion, love, to keep the style I give you in place,"He then started to comb out and put my hair into separate sections with plastic clips.He methodically started to cut each section one after another with his scissors and a metal comb until eventually the shape of a dark wet brown helmet started to appear in the mirror in front of me. It felt nice. I could feel him cutting it quite short in the back which was alarming as it had taken me months to grow it out long.Then he brought over. Her eyes were full of mischief."Come on ... Rosy." I whispered to her. "don't tease her." Poor little brother..." She gave me a sympathetic look. "trying to be a motherfucker." Rosy ... Please." I hissed sharply.Her smile got wider. She brought her lips closer to me."Little bro..." She whispered. "Can't you see. She's ready for you. Get ready to be a mother fucker."She brought her lips to mine and gently kissed me."After the dad's gone, I shall remain inside my room ... you're free to make a. Only you won’t reproduce the melody, you’ll have a great rhythm going instead. Once you start, don’t stop. The second part of the present only comes when you’ve got the rhythm going.’ Wow!” I said.We pulled the drum the rest of the way out of the box and found the blocks to set it on.“Oh, I see,” Melody said. “The blocks will let the sound out the bottom. Otherwise it would be muffled against the carpet!”“Smart!” I said. “But what song?”“Something you know, obviously,” Lissa said.“I’ve got an.