I know without a doubt it was his but the passing year has dulled it ‘s clarity. Only three words he spoke and I held on to them in the darkness eve...y night since. ‘I am here.’ He whispered. The sun had dried my tears and the Beltaine festival was over. Too late he had made his presence known and I walked home alone that morning. I had vowed to return this year knowing he would be waiting for me. Now I fight the urge to flee afraid and hopeful of what this night could bring. So many words were. I had this crazy idea. I wanted to pull her panties down. Unbelievable, impossible. But there they were. Why not? Would she jump up and scream? What would the cops do then! I slowly pealed her panties off her ass. “Cold,” she said and turned her attention back to where it had been. Suddenly, Marlene gave my hand a hard squeeze. I turned my head to see that the cops and the boyfriends were finished measuring things off in the parking lot and were now all standing on the curb scanning Briarly. ’ Mrs Smith sighed and said it was interesting to find Roxy now thought she knew how the TV station ran. ‘I have no idea what you are talking about.’ ‘It’s Budget Meeting Day, the day twice a year when departments fight for a greater share of funding.’ ‘I know I’m a wind-up model rather than a fully featured intelligent woman like you Mrs Smith but I fail to see how Budget Day has any link with me.’ ‘Well some people around here dream and scheme and that why Drama is dubbed a creative art. On the plus side, the benefits are great, and you're only expected to have to serve in combat for 15 hours! Granted, 15 hours also happens to be the average life expectancy for a guardsman, but you're not paid to think about such things. In fact, you're not paid at all.Of course, those thoughts haven't run through your head for the past several hours now, as you happened to have been knocked unconscious due to having suffered from the the unfortunate condition known as 'taking a large chunk of.