What did Thoreau say? ‘Lives of quiet desperation.’ That’s not us.This school fascination? You don’t need it. How many times were you in schoo... and just wishing you could be somewhere, anywhere else?”She shrinks and shrugs. But the answer was ‘often’.“Exactly. Why go back when you don’t have to? All of these rules don’t apply to us. Deep down inside, you, the real you has been clamoring to get out. Now you’re becoming a woman, and the woman you are wants to live. She wants to breathe life and. "Oh my God... " Melissa cried softly. "P-Please... please don't stop."The figure turned its head abruptly towards her face, and now she could see two tiny, burning red points of light under the hood. She gasped and bit her lip to suppress a scream, and for a moment she could not feel the sensuous massage of her breasts.And then Melissa heard something. It was like a ragged, hoarse whisper. Yet it did not come through the wind so much as it was the wind, shaped into sound for her to hear. You. I had decided to patch it from the unfinished side, as it would be less noticeable on the other side of the wall when it came to actually painting it.I stood looking at the small hole trying to decide which was the best way to approach this when Val saddled up beside me. She had that look in her eyes again."You planning on fixing that?" Yeah I am ... why?" Don't do it yet ... I want to see something first," she asked. I looked at her inquisitively. Taking my hand in hers, she led me from that. So I headed off across the fields hoping to find life more fun at the stables. As I crossed the last field I noticed the horses had been taken in . I rounded the corner of the stables only to find all the doors closed and no one around . As I turned to leave a lit pissed off I herd a voice from inside .I tried the door it was open I stepped inside pulling it closed behind me expecting to find my mate or his dad . I looked up and just froze there in front of me was Margaret a woman I'd seen.