I’m fifteen years old and I get to do just about anything I want to, as long as the cops don’t catch me.My sister Evelyn is thirteen years old and...a little brat. She snitches on me all the time even though Mom doesn’t punish me and I always get even with her.Mom is a thirty-three-year-old woman with a great body. She got knocked up when she was s*******n years old and had me when she turned eighteen. Dad didn’t marry her but got her knocked up with Evelyn before he left her.Once a week, usually. ’ Colleen sat on the couch beside her boyfriend while he read from Bostonfictionwriter’s story. ‘Keep your eyes on my keys. Focus on the shiny metal and listen to the tingling sound as the keys sway back and forth and back and forth. You’re getting sleepy. You’re getting very sleepy. You are feeling so sleepy that you can barely keep your eyes open. Your eye lids are getting heavy and heavier. They are so heavy that you can no longer keep your eyes open.’ Steve looked at Colleen in shocked. If he'd been minutes earlier, what the hell would he have seen then? Oh shit... there had to be a logical answer... the accident... was that it? He didn't know about Carol, but the blow Jeannie had received on her forehead the night before in the car accident; it was the only logical explanation! His mind reeled. And where the hell had she been last night? He hadn't been able to find that out yet, either!... Couldn't let Steve know about this... the poor bastard, out there risking his life. Zoa, with a single command, sent her couriers away into the air, and told the guard to lead the way, constantly keeping a hand on her box to let anyone watching believe it’s content to be of extreme value. In the outer foyer, Zoa was told to leave her bow and arrows. Coldly she eyed the guard, as if she were considering to refuse. ‘Well?’ asked the guard. ‘I’d rather not be unarmed while carrying this,’ said Zoa, tapping her glass-box. The guard turned his eyes to the box, with a quizzical look.