"I love you too," I told her. I paused, then asked, "Would you do a dare for me because I love you?" What take me to a club and dare me to get fucked ...r something?" No, something nicer than that." Go on then, dare me," she said."I dare you to kiss me," I said. "I dare you to kiss me so we both know what it's like to kiss a girl." Don't be silly, we're sisters that's taboo." So is going to a club dressed as a whore and being fucked against the wall."I went on and on teasing her, told her that. When I tried to explain who I was, they really did not want to believe me. They had not been told anything other than the fact that I was in the hospital sick with some sort of new disease. Some of the younger men were giving me looks that made me feel uncomfortable. I finished the story that had never been publicized anywhere because of a media hush placed on it by the Magnatronics Corporation. It was something that I had not heard about before. Needless to say, my bosses were very. I can’t breathe properly and I desperately want to melt against him. Time seems to slow down and I endure long moments of deliberation as the pressure mounts. My senses have become hyper aware as I gaze up at him. His eyes are darker, more intense, and I can see that he is also battling with this astounding chemistry between us. The sun, the crashing surf and the feeling of being somewhere beyond reach from real life push us onwards, and the battle is lost as we lean in closer. As our lips. She never took me when she came there. Hmmm.Vaguely, I noticed that Mrs. Baker's Lexus SUV was alsoparked outside the salon.Mom dragged me in and twenty heads turned our way. One ofthose heads was Warren Baker's, my best friend since fourthgrade, only he was sitting in a salon chair having thingsdone to his boyishly cut hair. Girlish things. And helooked miserable.Why was Mrs. Baker doing that to my friend? Why did Mombring me there to witness it?Uh oh.I got it.I was there for the same.