Okay, the department store is on the other side of the park. We'll get you the stuff Mom says you have to have; and, then, we'll see just how good fri...nds we really are."=== "No dresses! Like, no way! Uh, Unh!" "Okay! Okay, no dresses," Dobie said, his hope gone for the moment. "Sweatshirt and pants." "In the men's section! Like, a gray one I can cut the sleeves off, like my old ones." "May! Maynard wears clothes like that! You're not Maynard." "Oh. That's right." "We'll get you a black sweater. Nicht allzu gro? und etwas spie?iger,als ich es erwartet h?tte, aber doch sonst sehr nett, ist mein ersterEindruck als ich ihr ins Wohnzimmer folge und aufs Sofa fallen lasse.Beim Kaffee kommen wir ins plaudern, zu sehr in die Tiefe gehe ich abernat?rlich nicht bez?glich der letzten Monate, zum Gl?ck bedr?ngt siemich auch nicht, so da? ich mich schnell entspanne, auch wenn mich ihreN?he trotz all der Jahre immer noch etwas beklommen macht. Schlie?lichschaut sie dann auf die Uhr und bemerkt, da?. Last night she wasn’t very kind to me.”“Well come here tonight and let me kiss it better, literally, and I’ll show you how to kiss mine better if you want,” David offered and then thought, What am I saying? This is how teenagers, or even adolescents go about seduction. Still, that might not be inappropriate for a mind that has been twisted as far out of shape as the Vicar has twisted hers.“Are you sure?”“You can cook me a meal and we can decide after that whether there will be any kissing. I’ll. You don't know me. My name's Marcus," Art read on, aghast at thename he had just skimmed past. How had Marcus got his number? "My friendDoyle gave me this number. He said you and him had fun last night. Justchecking to see if you fancied meeting up with me for a drink, or maybeeven come to my place haha. I promise however big Doyle was, I'm bigger;)"The phone drop to the floor again. Art's eyes closed again. He sighedloudly. This was bad. This was very bad. Doyle was giving his number outnow.