Part of me wanted to run after her,another part of me wanted to stay. The part that wanted to stay won outin the end. I hadn't noticed earlier, but Da...la was wearing my bluepleated skirt. Great minds think alike, I giggled softly. I also hadn'tnoticed but now she was as tall as Sam in her three inch navy blue pumps.She was gorgeous. The first song to play was Pink's "Get This PartyStarted." An appropriate selection if ever there was one. The girls began dancing and giggling. It seemed I was the. The way that Harmon intimidated me made me work doubly hardat never failing to do what he said. I never dared to say a wordwithout lisping, I never walked without swaying my hips, I never satwith out crossing my legs, and I never dared to keep my wristsstraight. I kept repeating to myself in my head that I was doing it allfor my survival, but even the voice inside my head developed a lisp. Ihoped it was a survival mechanism, but I knew that I had to be the bestsissy I could be until I got home. I would then need you to email that list to Lisa.” My mom and her friend, Lisa, recently started their own flower shop. Due to insufficient funds, most of their equipment is yet to be in working order, hence, the crappy internet connection. This has probably been the third time that my mom has called with a request like this. “I got a pen and paper here so, shoot.” I suddenly felt a pair of warm lips, pressed against my nape which sent tingles down my spine. I quickly turn my head around and. This will be seen as pre-meditated murder by WestHem authorities. Anyone who does not wish to participate in this action, put your weapons down and step to the rear."There was a stunned silence for a moment as everyone comprehended what they were being told. Lisa had to run it through her circuits a few times to get it to clear. Capturing Eden? Capturing the entire planet Mars? Firing on WestHem marines? She waited for the punch line, concluding that it had to be a joke of some sort. No punch.