“Ok. Let me get this straight.” Crouching in front of her, trying to not look so angry. “You got onto my deck, climbed over the rails and couldn...��t do it could you?” My smile broke through. I had to look down so she wouldn’t see. “No daddy. I got scared. It looks a lot higher from up their.” I was looking at her feet. So cute. She had her toe nails painted. Lynn had taken her to get her first petty cure for her 16th birthday last week. Looking up, my eyes locked onto her young firm legs,. ‘See, I don’t know anybody from up north. Other than your dad.’ ‘Brum ain’t ‘north’,’ another guy chipped. ‘It’s midlands.’ ‘Boy, anythin’ beyond Oxford is ‘north’ to me.’ Someone cracked a beer open into more laughter. ‘Hey, girl,’ that same guy continued. ‘I’m not being funny, but I think I might know who you mean. Not know-know, but what you’re sayin’, I’ve heard before.’ I perked up at the chance of my curiosity being sated. ‘Yeah?’ ‘This guy you know, what’s his name?’ ‘Zack. I don’t know. "Let's get out of here before they throw us out. I'll take you home."J.W. walked her to the door, took her hand and said good night. Bonnie pulled him to her, gave him a hug and kissed his cheek telling him thank you. When Bonnie hugged him, she realized for the first time how solid and massive J.W. was. At 6' 3" he towered over her 5' 7" and spread 245 pounds over that large frame. He looked like a pirate with that scar, but he was really a teddy bear. She hoped he would call her again. If he. ’ ‘So tell me about yourself. Tell me what you do, and why you think you’re good enough for my little girl.’ Jahn began to sweat. Exactly like meeting Gianna’s father, he thought, recalling a long ago prom date. Except Mr. Charter wasn’t the sort of guy to raise a swatter to a fly, let alone a pipe or gun to someone’s head. Suddenly, the wall of glass between them didn’t seem like enough. Think of it as an interview, he thought, trying to desperately to bolster himself. Tell him what you do and.