He hesitated before pressing the call button, his finger hovering over it.He sat that way contemplating for what felt like an eternity.He wanted to sa... sorry; he wanted Jacob to be okay and most of all he wanted to go home.Suddenly a little diva in Chris head stopped him. He turned the phone off and put it on the table. " Jacob has to say it first. I'm not going to always be the weak one. I'm not going to let him control me." Chris said out loud to him self.He walked into the kitchen away from. After about a half an hour, I was talking to this girl I'd never seen in school and it turned out she was a freshman at college. Her name was Amy. She was funny and smart. She was only eighteen and in college. That's how smart. She had long, raven hair, blue eyes and nice red lips, retracting to an almost single line when she wasn't smiling. Medium height, slim hips and long legs. To top it off, she had perky D-cup breasts and a small ass. At first I wasn't able to think, because of how hot she. Maksim only ever addressed him so formally when he was in the mood to mock. And Balior knew why. His long red cape rustled loudly on the stairs as it dragged behind him and the ruby clasp that held it together over his chest was so massive that one might mistake it for an apple. Balior liked dressing well, but this ceremonial garb that he was forced to don whenever meeting new subjects was so opulent that it verged on the ridiculous. The heavy silver crown that rested on his head, imbedded. I walked away to the swings before the inevitable questions about my magic bullets. I pushed the girls on the swings and goofed with them. Occasionally I would look over at the moms and catch them looking at me as they talked to the other moms.I wondered what they were talking about. Women. I went back to my girls on the swings and was having a wonderful time when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to be kissed passionately by my first wife.“Hi Lover!”“Hi yourself. Are you and the other’s.