I had never really had a male best friend as I was growing up, since my real best friend was now my fiancée. I had never felt a need for male compani...nship, but we seemed to have just clicked from the outset, and I liked his company. We threw mild insults and satirical comments at each other as if we had been friends for years, and not months, and we both seemed to have an easy camaraderie with each other. As the day wore on, we got a lot of work accomplished, and were pretty much finished by. She really did have one hell of a figure, the kind of youthful perfection that only a sixteen year old could have. Meeting her eyes again—she was flushing more, now—his smile was more calculating. "No one is watching now, Jenni. Is only you and I."She looked away, her face positively aflame and stepped behind an engine block. She clutched her purse in front of her like a shield. "Look, I said I was sorry and I really do apologize. Do you have some gas I can borrow..." she corrected herself. ". Not that I minded... but I saw what you were doing. That was manipulation with a capital "M." When we started talking about me adopting them... so there wouldn't be any embarrassment at their names when they were registered at school... wasn't that what you said at first? Well, I watched you maneuver me around to get what you wanted then too, Ash." So you're saying you wish you hadn't gone through with it?" Ashley asked huskily."On the contrary," Brad said briskly, "it was one of the proudest. After ten minutes he opened his eyes again. He needed to get going and find a way out of the catacombs. Max moved onto his knees and placed his hand on a nearby statue to use it to pull himself up. As he did so, his weight pulled the statue out of its niche a little and Max heard a series large clunks. A long rumble of grinding stone resulted in a section of wall retracted away. Max groaned loudly and hit the wall with his hand, he sighed his frustration.“Of course it would be that simple,” Max.