You ever kissed a boy? Other than me?”She just stared at him like she couldn’t believe he’d just asked her that. She didn’t turn red or anythi...g, she just stared. He felt stupid, and wished he’d kept his mouth shut. She is not a simple teen-age girl, he told himself. She is something much more complicated. Be more careful with her. Then, she surprised him.“Hell, yeah,” she said.Shit. Now what, he thought. Confession time?“Wait.” she said. “Did you say kissed, or kicked?”“Heh.” he was relieved.. . What the hell have I created!" We're having a traditional ceremony," I said with a wry smile, "and if it makes you feel better, I'll get ready in the caravan and leave first." Sarah was happy with this but wanted me to be videoed 'leaving through the front door'.Derek said he would arrange our transport. He was a member of the classic car club in Skipton, and ran a Jaguar Mark 2 as a hobby. I had already asked him to take me in the Jag, as it was immaculate, and a favourite car of mine. He. I answered it. "Julian, where the hell are you?" she said. "Why in hell do you care? But to answer your question, away from you," I said. "You need to come home. We need to talk," she said. "Why? Somebody else has already taken my place in your bed. Whaddya need me for?" I said. “Oh, and a little young for your wasn't he? I mean you robbin' the cradle as well and screwing me over?" "Nobody's taken anybody's place. And, I'm not screwing you over either. You need to come home so we—I—can. .. Wendy stood behind a massive Walnut desk.Wendy was in the 'shelves' of an ancient library. Not books ... scrolls.Wound on Walnut Rollers and stored in elaborate wood cases with glass covers, the wisdom of the sages was stored in this huge room.There was no dust...'come to think of it, there was no dust in the metal vent, ' she thought. 'There should be dust everywhere.'There were sections of scrolls written in Latin, Greek, Aramaic, Hebrew, Sanskrit, Norse Runes, Gallic, Russian, Japanese,.