.. "'Do you really think somePrincess Charming is out there hiding somewhere in the bushes and goingto come to your rescue? Do you really think that i... you wave your handsand arms about in your stroller in our secluded, walled-in garden, andstamp your feet in desperation and frustration she'll see you and thinkyou're gesturing her to come save you? Are you that na?ve? And do youreally think there's a Princess Charming out there who can understandthe muffled, muted sounds you make behind your. Tow Chain in hand, he timed his approach. They drifted through the same turn; he held his drift longer for the additional boost. Jason lined up and activated the device. A grappling hook shot out, binding his kart to Stephanie’s. Jason let off the controls and allowed her kart to tow his along. Any number of backward-firing weapons would knock him loose, but she didn’t have one. Her cart slowed to a crawl.The fires of competition burned hot, and Stephanie growled in frustration. “You rat! You. Only the black haired one with a long braid in the back just nodded their direction and stayed seated as she coolly watched it all play out in front of her."Beth, you've never been too shy about giving a hug or even stray kiss or two or ten, so what's up?" asked Ayden in faked shock as he realized that Beth hadn't moved from her seat yet."Not been doing that much lately. How's it going Ayden," said Beth as she coolly looked him over.While shocked by her distant demeanor, it wasn't enough to put. Perhaps it was the closeness of high school, the forced co-ed status, who knows? Dad was always shy around other women. I don't know about his school days, just later.I grew up, fortunately, with my gandparents, while dad worked, but he was quite successful and we spent countless times together, almost like an older brother type thing.I was the spitting image of him: 'raccoon' eyes (like Joe Torre), dark hair, olive skin, but no accent!By the time I started my junior year of high school, we had.