"That's because there isn't anyone else like you," Miranda sadly informed her. "You are unique to all the world. As am I, at the moment..."'There is n... one like us, then?' the pterodactyl asked, a tinge of regret echoing through her thoughts."Each of us is special," Miranda solemnly told her flying sister. "And each is..."'What is that phrase in the back of your head – 'Oh, barf!' – What exactly does that mean?'Miranda laughed. "There's no keeping secrets from you, is there?" She almost fell. You hold me around my shoulder and I slip my arm under your coat and around your waist. Your warmth is comforting. As we wait for traffic to pass you kiss me again and my knees go weak. We walk up the stairs of the old hotel and I open the door and a small lamp gives off a warm glow. You set the bag of food on the small table and the polite, patient man I just knew drops to his knees. He unknots my coat belt and wraps his arms around my ass, pulls me close and I can feel your breath through my. I was a little disgusted, but at the same time I knew that had come up before and would again in the future. Of course everyone saw it was bothering me. “Are you OK sweetheart?” John asked. “Yes, I'll be fine,” I replied. “You two go ahead, we'll catch up,” John said. “OK we can take little Jeanette from you,” Jeanette replied. Then big Jeanette took little Jeanette and they went off looking at stuff. “We both know I'm more than a few years older than you, but screw everyone that doesn't like. ..''Liz,' he cried and helped me inside to a chair while he draggedthe bag in. 'What's happened?''It's all a frightful mess,' I murmured as he felt my forehead.'Drink this, Liz,' he said as he forced a glass of water to mylips and I managed to take a few sips. 'Just wait there, dear,I have to make a telephone call.'I drowsily waited and when he returned, he carefully took me toa bedroom upstairs and helped me lie on the bed. Sometime later,the doorbell rang and he galloped down to answer it,.