Her sweat-covered skin was dotted with wisps of hay. She brushed at them. ‘Are you all right, Micky?’ she asked. ‘I’m really sorry, I lost my ...alance and there was nothing to grab hold of…’ ‘I’m fine, Mrs. M.,’ the young man replied. ‘Except for this hard-on I have,’ he thought ruefully. He twisted himself around so he was sitting on the hayloft floor, leaning against an unstacked bale and began to pick wisps of hay from his sweaty body, too. Linda studied him, looking concerned. ‘Are you. , I went n sat at my sit, and said sorry…n started looking outside window on roads avoiding her eyes., for half an hour we dint speek anything., but my mind was racining as how to start converstion with her, ….then I turned towards her she has closed her eyes., for the first time saw her so closely she was like dead to world I could see she had a beaufitul face, whitish colour which was gliting even in dim light, she had curly hairs at the corner which were going down till her back,light. Built in a renovated castle, there are plenty of places for a young girl to explore in here.Not that you had done a lot of exploring at your last school. You had always been a little bit shy there, and although you were happy enough, your parents had obviously thought this was a more suitable place for you. You have to admit, going to a new school and meeting new friends would be quite exciting. But for the moment, you had yet to see anyone in this place. In fact, the only person you could see. " replied the prospect from Idaho.We proceeded to Seattle stopping for nothing but gas and lunch. When we arrived it was at the clubhouse downtown. We parked our bikes in a line apart from the Patch holders, with the rest of the prospects.When I walked in I noticed people crying, and people looking like shit. After about 5 minutes everyone was kicked out but Patch holders for a meeting. I walked up to a cute blonde, "What happened?" she looked at me with tear-filled eyes. "A Washington Patch.