Ivy adjusted one of the spaghetti straps. "I'd say that's a definitewinner, don't you Edith?" Absolutely. May we take the tags off and just let her we...r it?" I guess so, since you just had me throw out the other clothes! But Icould get them out of the trash," the salesgirl said."Oh no, this will be fine. Cara, you pay for this while we go look at afew other things, k? Stay right here until we get back," said Ivy, andthey walked out of sight. The cashier was in a main thoroughfare of thestore. Her youngest daughter, she just looked like a normal teenage girl, but nothing really to make your head spin twice. My dad would drive out to her house (she lived out in the country, about a 30-minute drive from where we lived at in town), usually 2-3 a week, and we usually stayed late, with the 2 of them watching TV, and talking and stuff. On school nights, if we stayed out there late, I was told to go to sleep in the younger daughter's bedroom (Shannon.) Dawn had her own bedroom, which was. She was dancing, eyes closed, feeling the beat thrum through her body like a wave breaking over her, moving like a puppet on a string and loving every moment of it, feeling like a hand in a glove, a flash in the pan, a storm in a teacup, a needle in a haystack, a prize for the winning, a dead for the raising, a catch for the chasing, a jewel for the choosing, a man for the making in this blistering heat… Then someone touched her shoulder. ‘Hammering In My Head’ continued to play, telling her to. I moved to avoid his lips, saying "Eric... I'm not really sure I want to... "But the hurt look on his face made me bite my tongue, and as his emotional state went to hell, I made up my mind and said, "I love you too, Eric." Then why?" he said before choking up and looking away."Because... I just need... Oh, Eric. Look at me, please?"He raised his head up blinking his tears out, and looked at me with a puppy- dog look in his eyes. My empathic abilities kicked in automatically, and in seconds I.