"This is home for now anyway." "You live here?" "For now I do. I do engineering work so I live out of suitcases." I followed him up a flight of stairs...to a nice, spacious room. It was well furnished with a small kitchen, a small uncomfortable looking couch, side chairs and a large bed in the middle. As soon as we went in he went into the bathroom and in a few minutes came back out wearing a tshirt and dark blue silk boxer shorts. "Go ahead and grab a shower. I'll fix us something to eat.. Associated Attribute: Charisma.How is that supposed to work? you wonder. You try to persuade someone and it would do a roll in the background to determine success or failure? And it doesn't really matter what you say? "Ugh, this sucks. This is not nearly as great as people described it." All the magic disappears once you know how it works and this was just too much on the nose. Let's try something else.Cooking: The art of turning raw ingredients into a delicious meal. While anyone can make some. I once again extended my hand to Nikkie. Goodbye Nikkie. It was nice meeting you I said, smiling, she took my hand and laughed Like-wise she said winking. That was it for me. She had stolen my heart, hidden it. And I would have to take hers in return. *********************************************************** Later that evening I had a text come through on my phone. I started to read the text, it said, Hey Tyler. Its Nikkie. I hope you dont mind me texting you. I got your number from Cayla. I. ‘Vic, get out here quick!’ Seconds later my dad, still in boxers and a tee shirt, appeared in the kitchen doorway. ‘Danny ate the sucker with the Taro Ant Poison on it,’ she screamed. My dad made a frantic call to our family doctor. ‘Dr. Zawarski says we have to make Danny throw up before the poison gets into his bloodstream,’ my dad shouted, phone still in his hand. Danny, though firmly wrapped up in my dad’s massive arms, still managed to squirm and kick, as my mother tried in vain to force.