I guess it took off because it didn't feel loved by me. Maybe it went looking for grandmother. She deserves to be truly loved. She took care of him."T...en he tried to think about why he really did deserve to be loved but he couldn't think of anything. He just stood there for the longest time until he finally started crying. He was tired, sore, hungry, and lonely, missing his grandmother, and that stupid little bird."I'm sorry. I can't think of any reason why I should be truly loved. I'm just. She sits up on the floor still disoriented watching him as he is getting his toolbox from the car. Black jeans and grey shirt, his dark silhouette hardly visible in the distant half-light. He has the aura of a true villain.Her senses are slowly coming back to her body. She can smell the displeasant odour of petrol, the coldness of the concrete giving her goosebumps. She decides to stand up. They come face to face and again, there is a few moments of silence and staring into each other's eyes.. Luna immediately grabbed Riley by her small yet toned calves and forced her legs up by her sides. Luna knew Riley was flexible, so she wasn’t too worried about hurting her. Riley now lay on the couch completely open and defenseless, a position she would never have imagined would turn her on so much. With her arms pinned beneath her legs, which were each held firmly in place by her powerful sister, Riley was completely at Luna’s mercy. Luna held her there for a moment, admiring Riley’s pungent. Clara’s colleagues scoffed at her when the discovery prompted her to suggest that perhaps there might be some truth to the ancient myth about a poor boy who was able to win a beloved princess, with the help of a genie. She began to do more research on the subject, which ultimately lead her here. Although, even Clara thought that it was unlikely that the myth held much truth. But now… could it really have been true? Could she really be looking at the fabled Alladin’s lamp? As Clara reached the.