In the time-honored tradition of sixteen year olds everywhere, I set out to gain her attentions in about the worst way possible. I began acting like a...damn fool, trying my damndest to make her laugh, and therefore like me. I guess that was pretty well established as my favorite method by that point. As a teenager, I was a string bean, hovering near six feet, but only about 130 pounds or so. I wasn't ugly or handsome, just sort of middle of the road. I certainly couldn't compete with the upper. We will feed them, and they can even sleep over with the Herd.) As the holiday approached, we arranged with Dara and Trent to be our babysitter/kid prison wardens. Dara loved her sisters and she and Trent were always happy to take them up to the mother-in-law apartment above the garage and play games and watch movies. We had a selection of movies that were kid appropriate and still a little scary. Hocus-Pocus, The Wizard of Oz, Little Monsters, and Jumanji.We planned to do the trick or treating. He would try and get the girls out of their clothes somehow. He would always find a way to pinch or slap or rub Kristine as much as he could. It was always laughed off or disguised one way or another. I might have encouraged this activity more if he hadn’t been such a sleeze ball.One of them, I think Tanya, won a weekend vacation to a small local resort/lodge type place. Part of the package was a deep discount for another room. Since Kristine and I had been working hard and not really done. ‘Yeah,’ replied Douglas. ‘Uhm, boss, you better take a look at this,’ Ryan called over to Hawke. Hawke looked at what Ryan showed him. ‘Janie.’ Hawke looked over his shoulder and looked at the woman he was speaking to. She was concentrating so hard on what she was doing she didn’t hear him. ‘Janie!’ Hawke bellowed. ‘Get Jordan.’ When I heard my name, I came out of my trance. ‘No need, I’m right here.’ I walked over to where Hawke was standing. I looked at the computer screen and felt the blood.