Ramirez. Jess alwaysdid say I was blunt about certain things. "Mr. Jackson if you'd be sokind as to...um...pull your sweater down." She glanced at my ...its almostlooking like she was smirking. I pulled the sweater down quickly. "I'd behappy to explain this however I don't have an explanation. This may verywell be one of the side effects of the drug." I thought carefully aboutwhat I wanted to say. Ok maybe I didn't... "I WANT TO STOP TAKING THISFUCKING PILL AND GO BACK TO NORMAL YOU STUPID BITCH!. Fuck your big brother. I’m going to make you cum.”I sat up immediately. Why would Jon but this on? Jon is older than me by a year and a half. He’s going to be 18 soon. Does he think of me this way? Were all the times when he accidentally walked in on me either in my room and the shower really not accidents? It was kind of weird at first, but I got to start thinking. Well, he never touched me like that and he never looked at me funny from what I have seen. So I guess it would be alright if he. I turned and ran to Jake, pushed him into the car and made him drive to the hotel where we got out of the car, had it valet parked (ohmygod) and then were escorted to a private lounge where seated were Jemma and Martin, surrounded by dancing girls, confetti, champagne, the works. The two of them stood up simultaneously. How they had gotten here so fast and managed to change into the sleek black dress with heels and suave tux I’ll never know. Jemma came and kissed us both on both cheeks, Martin. "Nancy didn't have an answer for this so she kept quiet. She truely didn't his money or his baseball cards. She wanted to keep his alive as long she could."The best thing you two can do is get married," Norm Bates his lawyer advised. Bates had been taking a good natured ribbing from all his friends and colleagues ever since Pshyco was released. He was an older man."That would be fine," Nancy agreed."Would you marry me?" Phil looked astounded."Honey, I would marry you for love not for your silly.