He looked had a look of confusion and annoyance on his face. I smirked. I crouched behind the tree and giggled. “Boo,” said a voice. I screamed a...d fell on the ground. Alex started cracking up while I was rubbing my butt. “Ouch,” I grumbled. He walked toward me with that same look of lust and intensity. “That’s what you get for being such a little tease,” he said in a low voice. With that, he grabbed my waist and crashed his lips onto mine. Our tongues danced together and I felt him get hard. " he laughed, "...but the Hightower family is just a little bit different and somewhat weird." You can't scare me off now, Michael Hightower!" she returned in mock anger. "I've read all those tales of werewolves and vampires. And I've come equipped with a silver bullet and wooden stake!"His laughter increased, "Okay! You win! No more!"Then he continued, carrying her joke a step further, "Just remember, Grandma sacrifices virgins at midnight every night in the basement!" Virgins, hmmmmm?" she. "Here, you can do this."I took over and stirred the gravy while Mom filled a bowl with roasted potatoes. "Take this to the table," she instructed, relieving me of the wooden spoon, "and then come back." Her voice held less anger. I think she enjoyed bossing me around.When I returned, Mom had set a gravy boat on the stove. She told me to hold it while she emptied the pan. I managed to get my arm in position for couple more sc****s.Supper was delicious and I probably expressed that opinion too. "Is there something that I can do for you?" Well, I wanted to give my condolences to you and Mr. Dowell, and I was wondering if I could talk to you for a few minutes." Sure, come in," she invited. She showed him to the living room and gestured to the couch. "Have a seat and I'll go get Zeke. Can I get you a drink?" No, thank you," he said.She left the room and was back a minute later with a man, presumably Zeke. He looked like life had not treated him too well, or perhaps he didn't treat.