"Who is she yelling at?" Jack asked. I had to admit that she was askingme. "Doesn't she know you have a guest over?" he wondered out loud."I guess not... or she doesn't care. She likes to embarrass me for somereason. She thinks it's funny to ask me about her clothes and doesn'tcare who hears it," I informed Jack."Okay, but why would you have seen her bra?" he questioned me."That's just another way she likes to embarrass me. She makes me do allthe laundry. I have to clean the house like I'm her. Nothing. So she moved the bacon out of the way to reveal a little blue Tiffany's box, her mouth fell open.'Tiffany's!!! You bought me Tiffany jewellery?!' she squealed and started to kiss his cheek, neck and then finally lips.'Open it Lexi! Hurry, I want to see if you like it.'She picked the box up and carefully untied the blue ribbon around the box, then took the lid off to reveal a little blue Tiffany & Co pouch. Still unsure of what it was she looked at him with a puzzled look on her face,. " "My sun?" "Yeah, never mind though." "I saw a chick with a wicked sun tattoo on her back a while ago, looked like it was inked in blood. I wanted to get a closer look, but..." "Where was she? What did she look like? What was she wearing?" "Eager boy. I don't know- black hair. She was facing the other way over there. White top cut low in the back." "That's great!" Justin kissed her absently on the cheek. "Thanks!" "No," she said, her hand on her cheek, "thank you ." Justin moved in the. Pretty sure that it was a trick question, Sean answered, “I bleed pretty easily.”“I’m talking about you and Suzie,” Mr. Emery said shaking his head.“I’m crazy about her,” Sean said hoping that was the right answer. He wondered if there was a book to read that would allow him to prepare for tests like this. If not, someone should publish one. He would definitely buy a copy.“She spent the night with you,” Mr. Emery said.Sean sat there for a moment waiting for the rest of the question. When he.