The older girl sidled up to him, took his arm. The younger one just stared at Tim."I'm Tim," he introduced, "what's your name?" Lisa." She whispered.T...rry turned to his companion. "I'm Terry. You?" Lauren. Pleased ta meet'cha." She replied.Tim held out his arm and hesitantly, Lisa tucked herself beside him.The boys waited a minute. When Terry realized the girls were waiting on him, he spoke up."Shall we be off?" Oh!" Lauren laughed. "You don't know where we're going, do you? It's this way."She. I saw the other Demons lobbing balls of energy while the rest continued to fire their guns until their clips ran out."No," I whispered, denying what everyone else was so certain of as the cold wind blew the smoke away. I felt something inside me snap and all conscious thought fled as a black rage took over.I found myself in full panther form, leaping on the closest person. I had their throat ripped out and was on the second one before anyone even knew I was there. I continued to savage them,. .holding it to where I could almost get it, and then yanking it out of reach….she finally passed the ball to another girl. She then put her hands on my legs and then kind of half-twisted me so that I was resting on her hip. I tried to get down, but she wouldn’t let me go. She then put her hand under my butt, and reached the other across to my waist and then bounced me around a bit. She was carrying me like a mom carries a baby! I tried to get down, but couldn’t. She was holding me pretty. And Carl Jung's mythology has Led him to try and play dress up.Nurse Ratched scowls with hatredAt the chaos that's bestowed.The Prisoner's now in hiding inA "Bossom Buddies" episode.I spin with queasy drunkennessAs I confess lewd acts.I shout outside my window, "We're AllFictionmaniacs!" William Shakespeare wore a corset.Charles Dickens a ballgown.Dostoyevsky a ballerina:A dancing, bearded clown.Lipstick on Mister Hemmingway.Nabokov a teen temptress.Mark Twain in a prairie bonnet.Poe a girl,.