She hasn't had a headache this bad since the 1800's, when a drunken wizard sealed her in a bottle of brandy. Fun time while in there, but always fille... her with an immediate hangover when released from the bottle, which is a terrible Pavlovian reaction towards her opinion of humans asking for wishes. Entitled bastards...Jean then blinks the tears from the headache from her eyes and sits up to find out what all that noise is, and looks up to find herself in the middle of a large mall. Once. Then the rest of my family could head on to Branson. That would give me a clear opportunity to arrange for a small army of trained mercenaries, to be at my back, while I allowed myself to be dangled out, like a stalking horse, for the mob.It made no difference whether I lived or died, as long as the mercenaries put those people in the ground, and gathered enough information to hunt down and take out any others we missed on the first pass.As I listened to Colleen snore and Rebecca's heavy. Sally pulled Caryn in close and just looked at her face for what felt like forever. Myn finally realized something Sally had mentioned; about how much she and Caryn resembled each other. She never really saw it until she saw Caryn in Sally's arms. Sally didn't always notice, but their first night together, they had hugged and Myn caught sight of the two of them in a large mirror. She treasured that memory and to see it nearly re-enacted in front of her was surreal as well as sexy as hell.Sally. I never really took the bus anywhere, but it worked, it got me to the carnival.Problem was that my date never showed.I waited at the park for 30 minutes, bought $10 in tickets so I could get a drink. Then I finally resigned to the fact that he wasn't coming. It sucked, I got some cotton candy, tried not to be upset and started walking back to the front. "Get your boyfriend and come ride the Ferris Wheel!' yelled the ticket man. I laughed it off and said "What Boyfriend?!?" He waves.