Jeff took me in his arms. He had been audacious to think I would go along with whatever he said without question. He had complete trust in how I would...act because he knew who I was. My father might have thought Jeff was playing this up to achieve the greatest leverage from this confrontation. He would have been wrong. I had never seen Jeff this angry. I didn’t know Jeff could get this angry. The most amazing thing about it was Jeff was as out of control as he could possibly be, while remaining. I poured the hot water in a cup, I dipped the tea bag in and out. I mixed in a little cream, and sugar with a little of Mistress' comfy powder. I brought it out to the woman. "And here you are." I was embarrassed by my accent. "Thank you very much." She took the tea from me as I held it out. "I didn't catch your name." I smiled, I needed a moment to translate. "My name is Jacqueline." I did my best to hide my accent, but it still came through. "My name is Maria, nice to meet you." "And it is. The following year, I took Amy’s hand in marriage and nobody on the mountain objected when the preacher asked that all-important question.* Time having its never-changing rules moved forward faster than the speed of light and I found Misty in my field of vision twenty years later looking exactly the same as she did way back when.She was in the company of a couple of high school jocks that sported more muscles than common sense and they both moved like they were on leashes and walking on eggs. " He then stood and walked toward the bathroom of the cafeteria.Tiffany watched him with a confused expression until she saw him jerking his head at her. He definitely wanted her to follow him. She rolled her eyes before apologizing to her friends and leaping out of her seat. She pretended she was headed toward the girls' bathroom but slipped into the men's room when no one was looking. Jon was waiting to grab her by the shoulders and lead her into one of the stalls."Let me go." She pretended.