She could get every fiery little spot inside her; she could lean forward, making it feel a little more intense; she could straighten up until she was ...oving almost straight up and down--it felt like he was getting deeper inside her when she did that.She heard a moan... realized it was her own, and smiled. She couldn't tell how Jim was doing, but at the moment she didn't care. She was moving faster, getting closer, all of the heat and feeling welling up until she thought they would spill over.. He was, she said, everything I had claimed: He was sweet, smart, and articulate beyond his modest years. Wonder Boy, that was Eddie.OK, I was glad she felt that way. So, Emmy? How was the job? Have you done any more thinking about Graduate School in the fall?"Eddie's worried about you," Emily said."Hey! I thought we were talking about you -- for a change," I said. It was my last try, it turned out. Seems Emily had a Topic A in mind, too. And, this trip, Topic A wasn't Eddie.It was me."Eddie. He’d heard of Daybreak because he was a member, another mark against him as far as his soulmate Cris was concerned and knew I was one as well. I wasn’t trying to hide that from anyone in the school, neither was Tien, Damien and Chay were playing the Night Worlders. I hesitated wanting to give Michael a hug but I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea, he’d seemed really unstable and heartbroken though. ‘Fuck it.’ I muttered and dropped the end of my cigarette on the ground, stamping the stub. Her father was Michael Shae, a lawyer, 36 years old, 6 2, dark hair and eyes. He kept in shape and was very handsome. A few months ago, his firm had opened another branch in Austin and had offered him a much higher salary to move there. It was also an offer which he couldnt refuse. He took the job and, much to his daughters chagrin, they had moved away from Valencia and into a much bigger house in Austin. Michaels wife Shannon was still a knockout at 35 years old. She had light blonde long.