But there was nobody else there. She was alone, so very alone. Sheflicked the lighter and flames ignited. The tobacco sizzled and burned asshe inhaled...deeply. The smoke went straight to her head and her lungswarmed up like a stove. She exhaled out through her nose and gave aslight choke, not because of the smoke but because of the tears.***Dave swerved his blue Ford Fiesta around a sharp corner which led ontothe motorway. Inside the windows were rolled all the way down and theradio played. Sometimes I though i felt him rub up against me. He started rubbing my legs too, first my knees, but when i told him it was fine, he worked his way up my thigh. He told me he did it because I was his favorite boy. I loved that. He started with rubbing my legs through my shorts, but after a bit, he grew bolder, and he started reaching his hand up my shorts to feel my smooth bare skin. He would do this when I was reading a book, or drawing, or while we ate together alone. I never stopped any of. Marilyn said, "How about a Scavenger Hunt?"She got back four instant expressions of "What?" Or would you rather call it a Witch Hunt? You know, years ago we would have been called witches," Marilyn said and then added. "I know just were we might begin our hunt!"My immediate thought was how could we really do any searching. As for me, I'd tried but I couldn't lift a feather yet. I had a long way to go before I'd be able to turn a page of a book. No way could I pull out a desk or file drawer so I. So when John asked the question, Don was flooded with all of the emotions he had recently suppressed. Trying not to look to obvious Don said, " I have heard of a club called the Rack that has a reputation along those lines." John replied with a knowing look," How would you say it stacks up against other bars like it in town." Don then decided that this conversation was getting a little too close to home and should be cut off. He said," I wouldn't know. Now if you don't have anything else to.