The teen had such tiny hands and feet. Her dad said something to her and she laughed. It sounded like music to my ears. One of her siblings spoke a...d my teen gave a sweet little pout. What a gorgeous mouth. Such a perfect angel!She was holding hands with a fourth girl, obviously another sister. Such a large group might be difficult to control but I decided to follow them just in case.Until I could determine their names, I called them: Dad, One, Two, Three, and Four… with One being the. We had been there a few hours when the night was getting the best of us. It was late and we were tired, just sitting side by side, listening to the music. Karen d****d a leg over my lap and leaned into me, resting her head on my shoulder. She was wearing shorts so I couldn't resist putting my hand on her inner thigh, stroking her tanned, bare skin. Most of the people we knew had already left the party, so I asked her if she wanted to head back home. She nodded "Yes" so we got up and I. But I calmly got out of my truck, and started dashing towards her. Hey! Damn kids get away from her! I yelled as I kicked an incoming rock into one of their guts and scooped her up. They ran off as I hurridly got her into the passenger seat of the car. I flipped her on her back as I stared into her crystal blue eyes. They were filled with hurt. Once I saw that face, it broke my heart into a billion pieces. I cradled her face, kissing her cheeks as I looked into her eyes. Are you okay baby? I. Let us imagine an elevator from the Otis corporation, the company that gave us the motto, “Good to the last drop.” Imagine some vandal cuts the cords so that everything falls at the same rate due to gravity, and stole the handles so nobody could stop its fall. If you were on that elevator, you would go splat when it hit the ground. But, if you were to release a rubber ball in front of your face on the way down, that rubber ball would remain in front of your face for the rest of your trip,.