I am utterly infatuated with her. I love her.I shift on the bench so that I’m sitting sideways, facing her. She turns yet again to face me with a ch...eky grin, raised cheeks, and a curious look in her eye.“Seriously, whaaat?” she smirks as she too turns her body so that we’re now opposite each other.“You know... I just can’t get my head around you,” I reply in all seriousness.She greets me with a look of wonder as I move my hand to tuck her hair behind her left ear.“You shouldn’t let your hair. I made a decision. I got up and told him to turn over on his back. I didn’t think he would, but he did. Maybe he was too tired to think it through. Maybe he just didn’t want me to stop touching him anymore than I wanted to stop touching him. So I sat on his hips. God it made me ache! I unbuttoned his shirt off and massaged the front of him. I worked my hands into his unruly hair. I massaged his temples. I touched every part of him I could. I ran my hands down his arms, massaging his biceps, his. They had funny guns that shot wires with a crackly noise.The wires got all over Gus but a policeman said that Gus was too strong.That's when Lauren flew back with a mean-looking wizard-lady chasingher." Evie leaned close to my ear and whispered, "It was really Heatherand her friends, after they got turned into a monster."I'd heard this part of the story from Lauren. The teen had followed thesky bolt to Heather Parks' home and saw that something was very wrongthere. The police were out front and. But she also knew that she had more experience and there was a certain type of man who liked having an older woman crawling and begging at their feet. She flashed her identity card and looked up at the security guard standing at the gate. ?Number?? 3245, she said. At the moment she crossed the gates that was no more Penny but a numbered pool girl. ?Check?? She turned her left breast towards the big guard. The number was tattooed on it. The guard, as he did every day, squeezed her tits and.