This would be my first time ever going to a concert alone, and I felt nervous. My friends either had to work or didn’t have enough money to go. I de...ided that it was not going to stop me from seeing Delirium. The drive to the city was lonely but I enjoyed the music spinning in my player. Windows down and that feeling of freedom that can only hit you on the skyway as I drove to my passion. There was a Cubs game that night so I had to park too far from the theater. I parked on Halsted, since it. Turning toward her with one knee now up on the couch, he raised his arms and made tickling motions with his fingers. "Or else... this!" He launched himself across the small distance separating them. Grabbing her on both her sides, he tickled.She fell backwards trying to escape. She was trapped by the arm of the couch. She pulled at his hands and kicked with her legs. She was giggling and thrashing half across his lap. "Stop! Pleaseee stop! I got to go peeee!"Her hair had gone wild. Somewhere. Her heels echoed around the room. ?Kneel up 15 I want to look atyou,? ordered Greta, curtly. 15 lifted himself butkept his eyes to the floor. Greta placed the tip of her whip under his chin,raising it. 15 was blond, clean shaven and in good shape. He was lightly tannedand looked a little younger than 22. It occurred to Greta that he may have liedabout his age, not an uncommon occurrence with applicants to the Kleist.Although obviously disoriented and frightened 15 had all the signs of. "Heavens, Laylen! Thank our Supreme Rulers! Our son has opened his eyes!" Marco burst, shirtless, wearing only pants, into Zax's room, roaring for his wife as he flung to son's side. He heard to voices from his son's room in his sleep and awakened before his wife."Daaad!"The tears were mutual. Marco knew that he cannot lift Zax from the bed, so he bent his back and hugged him gently, caressing one cheek with his hand and rubbing his face and tears in the other."Dear!" Laylen screamed. Unlike.