” She looked back at her. “Like this.” She put her hand on the horse’s nose and stroked up towards his eyes. The girl did it herself and smile..., again. “I told you he liked you. He can always tell who will love him.” Helen looked up at the mother and quietly asked, “Can she ride him?” The mother was nervous so Helen talked her up onto the horse and sat the girl in front of her. She then led them around the square, the girl squealing, which attracted more k**s. And, that’s the way it went for. Two small groupies came up to Greg and started prattling on about Elmo and did Greg like him. He was absently answering their string of questions as he continued to watch the game that had resumed its swirl around the upright figure of Seth, who had remained rooted to the ground, face in profile, a wary eye turned toward Evan. Maybe Seth was watching Greg. The thought intrigued Evan for a moment, but he dismissed it. "I'll bet he's got Deirdre off somewhere." You bet" Greg echoed flatly.. " Not for long," replied Rusty as he pulled into the township office parking lot."Let's take our weapons," said Rusty as they started to get out. "I'll turn on the silent alarm. An unmarked car just pulled into the parking lot as well." I take it they are pissed," said Sarah."Most likely. Tampering with our car on their lot was a ballsy move."They went inside to the Building Commissioner's office. The clerk said, "Can I help you?" I hope so," replied Sarah. "My house burnt down last Tuesday. " You replied. Feeling there was no point in trying to be a Flyer, and knowing you'd never got to be in Sasha's office or presence again. Working up the last of whatever sliver of courage you had, you decided on what you'd request from the woman. "...I...I...I...I want to titfuck you..." Sasha stared at you, her blank and confused expression made you want to cry and run as far as your legs could carry you. But you had said what you wanted to say. There was no going back. The woman's silence.