"Let's just stick toone this time," I declared. "We'll do like a dude hangout onWednesday, instead." Yeah, sounds good to me," Becka answered, liftin... her gaze even asshe kept her head tilted down. "Date on Friday after that?" Sure," I agreed. "Got any preferences for your date? We could dothat whole tiny, weakling plan if you're petty enough to want to thumpme right away or bring out the butch chick for more motorcycle time."Laughing softly, the girl shrugged uncertainly. "I don't know. . Scott had to scream at them to stop that. He let the Norse get closer still and then swung the bag he had over his shoulder onto the ground.Opening the bag, Scott pulled out a little pottery jar, perhaps the size of a beaker of ale. There was a short length of fuse cord hanging from the jar and Scott now used his lighter to fire the fuse up and then threw the jar with all his strength down the hill at the Norse. Without stopping to see the effect of his first 'hand grenade', Scott reached into. That's what he'd told Will. That was until his phone rang Saturday morning and Bonnie told him, "I think we should stay separated for at least a couple of weeks." Why? So you'll have more time to fuck your boyfriend?"The conversation deteriorated from there, and it ended with David yelling more threats and Bonnie hanging up on him but not before he yelled that he'd be seeing her with his lawyer in two weeks."Where's Daddy?" asked Corey.It was Saturday morning and Bonnie had just hung up after. “Just...”“You can tell me anything,” Hugo reminds him, kissing his cheek and sneaking one in on his neck for good measure.“You make it sound so serious,” Ellis rolls his eyes. “I worry!” oh how he worries. He’s attached. He’s too attached. “Spit it out.”“I just wondered if you wanted to... try something,” his voice has gone low and breathy, tickling against Hugo’s ears. He does this on purpose and he knows the effect it has. Ellis has got himself straddled in Hugo’s lap now, his lithe body like.