"I don't know why I come here," joked Alex in the hope of keeping her attention. "It can't be the beer. It tastes like piss." We just rent it," she re...lied. "It's recycled on the premises."Although it was an old joke, Alex gave the expected laugh and steered the subject of conversation towards finding more out about the woman who'd spoken to him.She was attractive, but probably not to everyone's taste. She had a freshly-scrubbed, pale-freckled appearance. Not even her skimpy outfit could make. All the other patrons were looking at Skinner in his Army uniform. "Aw, heck, Josh," he laughed, "let's celebrate and have us a malted."While it was great having a Malted Milk, what was even better was the way everyone in the Ice Cream Parlor seem to like Skinner. Being proud is a special feeling when you're at that young age."Josh," Skinner finally said, "I have one more thing I want to do before we walk home from Burlington."On our way out of town, he stopped in and bought a very expensive. The melody was complex, yet sweet and soothing, and soon multiple harmonies were added; softly swelling, then fading back into the volume of the melody in overlapping waves of sound. Each ring of dancers used slightly different movements that complemented each other with breathtaking beauty.Then Mark was distracted from that as dozens of tiny hands began expertly rubbing the tension from his muscles, and tantalizing his sense of touch with subtler caresses. He groaned in pleasure and relief and. "Are you still in school?" I asked as I took a sip of coffee."Oh no, I graduated this spring," she said as she looked over at the other customers to see if they needed anything."What school did you go to?" I asked as I knew for certain that she didn't go to my school."I went to "The Valley Christian Academy" Trista said," as she seemed proud of her high school."Where did you go?" she asked."I went to Norbert High," I said as I again sipped my coffee."How did you like it there?" I asked as I.