And its quite obvious that our relationship is getting pretty serious. I want you to know that i would never hurt you. I'll be here for you always. Th...re's nothing that you cant share with me. We have always been honest with eachother and I'd like very much to keep it that way." He trailed off. Letting his words sink in. "Chris, i really care about you. And I'm feeling some things inside that I've....never felt before. And it's scary." She started. Chris stopped and turned towards her. Saw. "Salvage what I can and dump the rest."The truth was I had no idea what I was going to do, but I knew I was out of the black ops and investigator games. It had just gotten to be a bore. God knows I didn't need the money.If the truth be known all that computer shit was just too damn complicated for me. Sure it would have been nice to know all that shit that Wilson could do. Then again it really hadn't helped all that much. A rubber hose would work just as well and much fast there gps. Joyce, his mom, was in Coffee Club.“Is Mr. Mumford really building a bomb shelter?”“Just for safety’s sake.”“With a transistor radio and everything?”“I’m sure.”“It can be our hangout,” suggested Ronald.“Dad says it’s just for emergencies, but maybe.” They probably wanted somewhere to try smoking, she guessed. Maybe she should just let them get it out of their system, coughing away in a cement cell.“Duck and Cover!” yelled Ronald and both boys dived under the coffee table, laughing and pushing. I joined a sorority when I was out there and my sisters taught me so much more about how to dress than I ever paid attention to. What clothes definitely not to wear, what to wear when I need a good grade on an exam, what to wear when I want to get into the bar without being ID'd. Lots of very useful life lessons.I used to always wear really loose fitting clothing. Not that I don't have anything to show off. I'm 5'7 with long slender legs, a cute round butt, 34c sized breasts, and a really cute.