He climbed out of the car andwalked up to the house with the gift under one arm. A few moments afterhe knocked he heard the typical running of someone...to answer the doorand then a giggle. The door swung open and Pete almost dropped hisgift.Standing in the doorway was the girl of Pete's dreams. Curly, darkbrown hair spilled down her shoulders onto her baby blue shirt, framingher perfect face and her deep blue eyes. The shirt had been pulled onin haste because Pete noticed her absence of a bra on. I have pondered long on my term of time. If he told the truth, I have been shorted 200 years by the reckoning of my ancestor who gifted me. I have, I believe, solved that riddle. Because of my upbringing I did not use the ring for long periods of my life, thinking that I was somehow taking advantage of women, when really all I was doing was releasing their real desires from the insane rules of our society which has so corrupted our view of the simple sex act. Therefore, the power of it did not. She never really gave a shit, and so I never found a reason too either, but we'd have to lie in front of my teachers so they wouldn't get me flunked and trying to find a new school.It didn't matter however, as the day only got worse when we were told the busses went down. I've been texting my mom for the better part of an hour and she still hasn't responded as I walked home, I hope she's got an explanation for it.I finally make it to the doorstep, unlocking the door as I head inside. I kick off. This pleased feeling lasted only for about two minutes before the phone started ringing once more. Since I was near the phone anyway, I answered."Twain residence. Kevin speaking." Are you trying to see how angry you can make me?" I recognized the voice straightaway."Is that you, Mr. Dunleavy?" Connie told me about you giving her the run around about setting up another meeting. I won't have it. Do you hear me, mister?" I gave Miss Sheridan my reasons for not being able to meet with you on.