She wanted to breathe the air no matter how harsh. She wanted adventure.Madeline Blackwater, had just turned 21 years of age when she made up her mind...to leave Vault 69. She did not know when exactly she would leave the vault but she knew she would have to escape the prison of her safety or else go mad. She was often told that such feelings were normal and the other vault dwellers told her she would get over the feelings, and that they all “had those feelings too when they were young.”Madeline. It’d be nice having your best friend and lover as your spouse. But, maybe, I guess, knowing each other so long and so very, very personally, that wasn’t in the cards. Besides, you always wanted a brainy, cuddly non-jock, and that just ain’t me babe.”She nodded. “And you always lusted for the short, skinny cheerleader, gymnast types.”“Guilty as charged. I’m just glad we’re still friends, even if the lovers part is ending.”“Me, too. But I really do love Ricky. Besides, why get married if you're. Taking advantage of his inability to move,she wiped his tears, smiling at him the whole time. Once finished, sheput the tear stained cloth back in her bag as a souvenir."Now before I send you off to your new school, you might need a bit ofpractice. I'm going to need all of you to give me your best curtsy!" Thethree former men looked at each other with a confused look. Angelacouldn't tell if they were too embarrassed or they simply didn'tunderstand what she wanted them to do. She quickly typed. You walked out the doors wearing a pseudo conservative skirt and white blouse with those black pumps I like so much. Your bra was clearly visible through the material and just watching you sway toward me sent tingles through my stomach and into my groin.You notice my car and smiling, head towards me. I open the side passenger window and tell you to get in the backseat. You look at me quizzically, but I tell you to just do it, now.You oblige and get in, closing the door behind you. I tell you.