I haven't found the right person to give myself to, but none of that is your business! I can't believe you two! I hate you both so much right now! I c...n't believe you think I am a whore and I can't believe you don't trust me!" Give us a reason and we will trust you! Right now you're showing us that you don't even respect yourself, you're drinking underage and getting in all types of trouble!"For the next couple days living with Leah in the house again was nothing but drama. She wouldn't come to. There was no denying it; the Blacks had total control over thefield.One particular White Pawn trembled. He had not moved since the beginningof the game, and he was trapped. Every time he considered movingforward, one of the Bishops or Rooks moved first, cutting off his path.It was pretty clear they weren't aiming for him, but as long as he knewhe was in their line of attack, his legs would sieze up and he'd beunable to move. He felt his grip on his dagger tighten, cursing himselffor his. Her hair was styled in a tousled way, but still looked elegant. She picked up her clutch bag and stepped out the door. Gary was dressed in a dark grey dinner suit and also looked very slick. Marion was very impressed. Gary had already booked a table. When they made an appearance the Maitre’ de showed them to the table, and the wine waiter offered them the wine menu. After consulting Marion as to what her preference was in wine, red or white, Gary ordered two bottles of a French Merlot. This was. ."Her eyes swung to his, wide. "Randy?" I think maybe I'm a little sweet on you, too," he whispered, barely audibly. "Maybe."Bernice couldn't control her upper lip. "I need to cry now. It's okay, but..." She buried her head in his chest and started bawling. Randy rubbed her back, wondering why women cried when they should be happy. It was just ... perplexing.Bernice sniffled and blubbered against his chest for several minutes, making it wet with tears -- and snot, probably, too, he figured..