You said it would stand out but in my mind it stands out as that moment...that moment when I decide to walk through your door and begin to heal, to fo...give myself for others mistakes.You open the door to me, you’re wearing lounge pants and my eyes drift over your chest...up to your eyes...those eyes that first drew me in. I fall into them, lost but at the same time realizing I’m free, free from my own restraints. You kiss me and I feel your heat surround me.im up against a wall and your hands. These were the kind of people who could buy and sell a dozen of me a minute and not even care where I ended up. And one of them would be a guest at the Condo this evening. No wonder Angel had run. I’m doing the same.I packaged up a compressed file of everything on the thumb drive and sent it to Jordan with instructions on how to access the data.Then I packed.The party started at seven. I’d planned my escape route but people started getting there before I was prepared. Now I’d have to watch for. It did not give the same thrill as her eyes did now, as they swept the room and for a seconds eternity, stopped on him. Measuring him up. Telling him of without having to say a single word what he thought, and had thought, for the entire month."You should have asked her first."Torture. That, and that only, could sum up the year that had followed. Every laugh, every smile, every angry look, it all had made him feel things that burned into his flesh. Never before had he listened so closely in the. Anne can only shake her head as Penis Wrinkle smirks and says, ‘What did I tell you?’The knock at the door comes again, but this time harder.“Alright already,” Anne grumbles. “Hold your fucking horses.”She reaches the bottom of the stairs and steps over Butternuts, who is still crumbled over, nursing himself. She glides across the floor to the door and swings it open.“Do you know what fucking time... ?”“I figured I was a little early,” Cameron says.Anne’s frown changes into a grin and she jumps.