‘Take a chance, Paige. Take a chance with me.’ He kissed her full on the mouth. ‘Marry me,’ he said, then kissed her again, softly. ‘What?�... she asked breathlessly. Did he just ask what I think… she thought. ‘Marry me. It was fate that we met, we were meant to meet. Don’t you see, Paige? I need you. I’ve missed you so much. While I was gone, all I could think about was you. Where you were, what you were doing. I love you. Marry me. I swear you will never regret it.’ Anthony waited, his heart in. I don't know, it's just weird."They talked for a while and managed to reconnect as friends, at the least. She spoke with him about her griefs for the past few days as they had managed to make up, but one day, about three days after, Tyrone asked her this. "Do you want to leave him?" Her answer was swift, replying nearly as soon as he sent it."Yes, and I want to be yours," She told him. Tyrone agreed, and once again, they entered an online master/slave relationship.At first, it was simple online. I didn’t know what to do about Michael. He had every quality I looked for in a potential mate but for some reason I kept him at arms length.I went out with Michael at least one a week, usually on a Friday or Saturday night. After one of our Saturday night dates in late June, Michael was the subject of conversation at Sunday dinner. Mother was the one who brought him up.“How was your date with Michael last night, Dear?” she asked in her upper-crust British accent.“It was fine,” I said. "Did you say that Narvenia was an alien?" Yes." And that there are more aliens out there? On earth?" Shelby continued. "I'm with Hanna. Why did you tell me all this? You didn't have to. I mean, I could have done my story on you and probably have gotten a job, but now, I don't know what to do. I surely can't tell your story now, not without endangering your family. And Hanna's right, as hard as I try not to say anything, I might accidentally slip up. And I'd hate to think that I was the one that.