”“What time will you be home?”“By my non-school-night curfew,” she said.I smiled, “See you tonight!”“Do you think I could have a sleep...ver? Ellie, Mary, and Liz?”“I thought in the Bible it was two Marys and one Elizabeth!” I chuckled.“Ha ha! Can I?”“Sure. When?”“Tomorrow night, if it’s cool. If not, maybe over Christmas break.”“Tomorrow is fine with me,” I said. “There’s no family dinner and no Guys’ or Girls’ night. Put your sleepover on the calendar and write what you’re doing today on the. "I told him no way. Should have punched him out, though." Willie," I exclaimed.She smirked. "Dressed like this I don't think I could fight nobodyanyway. Plus ... don't want to ... because I'm too pretty to fight andpretty girls don't fight. - - - I don't think so, anyway." One word of caution. Outlaw bike clubs sometimes show up at 'SweetCheeks' parties. So watch your step." Do you want to come along?" She asked. "I could invite you?"For a moment I considered her offer, and then remembered how. "This should be gibberish to you, but for some reason it seemed entirely understandable. The weird fleshy ball can link itself to people by touching them. Once linked, you can use the ball to create a local version of parts of their body, which will for all intents and purposes be those body parts in two places at the same time. Whatever you do to the "copy" will also happen to the "original" since on a quantum level they are really the same thing.In the margins of the manual was a handwritten. Big brother instinctively stepped in. “What are you doing in my room?” I grunted at her. Forgetting the fact that she had given me a foot job last night, she was in my room. (what a teenage punk I was) “I just had to do something” she retorted. “well do it and get out”. She stood up and bolted toward the door, grabbing my towel on the way by. I turned to chase her to get my towel back. I guess I could have just closed the door and got dressed but she had thrown the gauntlet.I chased her the.