It makes me blush when you look at me that way." Her fake teenybopper voice reminded me of the jailbait game I played with Dad. Megan and I always sha...ed a similar sense of humor. I pretended to fall forward and catch my balance on her tits. "I'm sorry, sweetie, I didn't mean to touch you there. That was completely inappropriate." "Oh, Mister Holloway, that's okay. Actually... it felt kind of nice." We were still play-acting, but I had to agree that it really did feel nice. My hormones had been. She looked at my hand a small trickle of blood escaped down the side of my arm and Claire took the knife from my hand and done the one thing she knew would calm me down. She looked up at me into my blue eyes and I focused myself and looked down into those beautiful light blue eyes and she lunged up and kissed me. This kiss she gave me was full of passion it was so exotic I wasn’t used to being kissed this hard or this fierce, I broke the kiss of looked into her eyes again and I seen it that. Aggressive, advanced and nearly incurable. I wanted to kill them for butting in the nearly. For letting us hope. John stayed by my side through all of it. He never failed to be there for my therapy, and was always on the phone to people, who were talking about all kinds of cures. But I was growing weaker and weaker, getting thinner and thinner, feeling more dead than ever. But what John just came home to tell me is, that I have stopped responding to my treatment. I’m going to die. ”I’m. Lena secretly referred to her as Elvira, Mistress of the Dark, because of hair, eyes, and always wearing black. Black blouses, black jeans or slacks, black socks, and black shoes. She had a necklace of black onyx, two bracelets of black onyx, and several matching rings. She was a female Johnny Cash. Yet for some odd reason, Lena liked her. The woman was smart and could carry on an intelligent conversation that was sorely lacking in the Yellow Orchid. Like her, all the other girls came to get.