I showed it toDad. He explained that it was not a rare picture. It was the RussianPrincess Anastasia and her Dad. He told me that the Russian Communis...skilled them after a civil war. I think we heard about this at school.I kept looking at the picture. This confused Dad. He asked me what was sospecial about it. I said that there was just something special about theprincess, but I could not figure out what it was, I tried to explain thatshe was scary, but at the same time she was royal. Dad. "Come on Phin, let's go. Everything's alright." I said wanting to comfort him.Phineas made me feel real special and grown up in more ways than sexual. I knew I had comforted him after his admission of something he may not have admitted to anyone else. I'm glad he let me in; it let me know that he trusted me.By the time we got halfway back we were joking and laughing again. I had less trepidation about returning than the night before, but we went through the same drill making sure all was clear.. Contemplating the items she had given me Iconsidered the consequences. Each thing in and of it's self was too smallto gripe about. She had been acting quite nice now that we had settledthe new path for us. She hadn't pressed me on the cleansing. She hadn'teven asked after the texts she had sent days earlier.Maris was asserting her will sensitively rather than aggressively.I buttoned the new khaki colored pants and slipped on the soft whiteshirt over the undergarment. These backward buttons took. .."She took my hand in both of hers and once again her gaze burned into mine. "Barry is the gentlest man alive, Luke. He would never do anything to harm anyone, unless they tried to hurt someone he loves. Please, just come over tonight and have dinner with us, and we'll play it by ear from there, okay?"How could I refuse? Tina had pulled my ass through a lot of tough assignments at work, always insisting that it was a team effort, and refusing to take credit for her individual part of it. The.