And this is where our family came from?Yep, at least my father’s family came from this area. They left here in the 1700s, to escape the marauding Fr...nch.The Germans fled from the French?Sure did. Our family had lived here at least two hundred years, but could no longer survive here under the onslaught of the dreaded French, so they fled to America. Two hundred years later, the balance of power shifted enough that Germany was able to conquer the entire country of France with ease.How did they do. His friends at the other end of thehall were cringing at the telling off he was getting. "Don't you ever do anything like that ever again!" Mom screamed at him.Dad was there beside Mom, and he looked nearly as upset as she did. WhenDad noticed me standing in the hallway he tapped Mom on the shoulder andpointed in my direction. "Apologize to your sister!" she ordered Austin. Austin turned toward me,but he couldn't look me in the eyes. "I'm sorry, Megan," he nearly cried. "They dared me to do it.. “That you were snooping around in my room?” “No, not that. I think they might be more interested in learning what I found, and what you use it for.” “You bastard!” she shouted. She lunged at me, her fists raised to strike me. I grabbed her wrists and held her arms as she struggled to free them and scratch or hit me. We stood there for a while, grappling, but I was too powerful for her. She finally relaxed and said, “Let me go, prick.” I let go of her arms, stepping back to keep her from a quick. How can we be passionate with each other if you refuse to show emotions?I want to meet you somewhere and run to you, like you’ve been gone for half my life and I’m seeing you again for the first time. Like a soldier returning from war, I would run to you. Jump into your arms and lose myself in tears, kisses, and the strength of your arms. Hear you growl and feel your need for me. But this won’t ever happen. Only dreams, nothing more. Because we won’t ever let ourselves loose.The realities of.