" Ok, I'll try one last time. If it doesn't work, I'll blame you for getting me the worst present ever!" Jennifer joked.Sitting down on her bed, Jenni...er picked up the book and flipped through the pages again. Peter sat down beside her and glanced at the page headings as she browsed."This one sounds interesting enough," Jennifer said as she stopped at a page. "I suppose 'Golden Hair' means it should turn my hair gold." Are you sure, Jenny?" Peter asked. "It sounds like a difficult spell, and. ..”Spencer interrupts her, reaching up and sliding his hand into the back of her hair. He gives her one of the most passionate kisses he has ever given to her before. Sam feels completely weak. When he is done, she is still stuck in the moment because she is still sitting there with her lips pursed to be kissed again. And Spencer does.This time when he does, Samantha falls gently back onto the bed, pulling him with her. Spencer’s weight crushes her as they lie along it. “This is probably not a. I quickly turn and realize that I've turned too quickly. The sharp pain in my still injured knee reminds me that I still have a long time to go before I'm in the shape that I once was. I walk more slowly towards the door and the stairs. As I get to the top of the stairs, I see her looking around."Claudette, you have no right to be here," I hiss. "I believe the restraining order still prevents you from coming anywhere near me as well."She looks like hell, which in itself should make me happy,. They always walked in platoons of ten men. At least one of the Enforcers carried several scanners and a face recognition cam attached his body armor. No one could figure out as of yet if they were there to guard against further assassinations or to search out particular targets.They were bad for business and they mucked up time schedules for nearly everyone. Wherever they stationed themselves, traffic jams instantly appeared. They never said a word, they never knocked on the gate of a family.