SO THERE!Things settled down, and we ate heartily. Mr. Crane had the gift of bar-b-cue excellence, and I told him so. "Son, if you don't STOP calling ...e Mr. Crane, I'm going to bat your brains all over this yard. My mother named me Jeremy, and I am so sick of being called Sir and Mr. I'd like to crown the next person that does so, starting with you. You hear me?" Yes sir, I do," I said dead pan, getting a laugh and breaking the tension.It started to cool off and get dark, so Sherrie asked me to. I didn’t even realize how horrible I was until a few moments ago when I realized I don’t really care that ther was a life lost to the world I only care that I lost someone that I loved. How selfish is that? It’s not my fault that Nikki’s in jail. It isn’t, she was the one who was under more stress than she could handle, she was the one who failed to ask anybody for help, she was the one who snapped and killed her own infant son. It’s not my fault and if it is my fault then it is also her father. A strap had fallen down her shoulder and the dress had ridden up her thighs significantly. She was unaware that she was giving me lewd thoughts as we drove up that long stretch of highway. With her face turned away from me I was quite bold and began to look at her taking in her beauty. Her shoulder length Auburn hair was not long enough to hide the Pale pink satin bra that was partially exposed doing it's best to hold her C cup breasts inside. I had not seen my mother naked in many years and. Kira seemed a lot more friendly and even greeted me by name, whereas Megan was reserved, but at least didn’t insult me or make fun of me.“Shall we go to the phone shop, then?” said Fiona, looking at me.“No”, I said. “I have to talk to Sampo, first. Sylvia said he wanted to see me.”“Wow, is this becoming nerd central, or what?” said Megan, rolling her eyes.I ignored her and looked around. After a while, I found Sampo, and he was already making his way towards us. I waved at him.“Hey, Amanda”, he.