It didnt work. After being at the reception for about half an hour he walked over to me and Georgie. Hello, munch kin Hello, stranger Where have you b...en hiding? From you I said under my breath. Pardon? Nothing. This is Georgie, shes my best friend. Georgie this is Marcus. Yeah I remember him. We met at your party last year. Oh yeah, that was you? Yeah I look different dont I? The year before Georgie was 4ft 11, petite and flat-chested. She had green eyes and flame red hair. Now if you look at. Maybe he could tell, right away, that something had happened, but I never talked about you, with him." If you felt that way, why in God's name did you have to let him fuck you?"She didn't answer right away. She just kept crying, harder, and wiping her nose on some tissue, and looking miserable."If you felt that way..." I began again."We were together for a long time," she said."Yeah. I heard. Friend of the family, and all." Don't start!" she said. "Don't go into your tough-guy, Clint Eastwood. "Ughhh" he mumbled as he voiced his frustration at being woken up prematurely.As he rolled to his left, Clark bumped gently into his long term girlfriend of two years, Cindy. A beautiful smiling breedee he met several years ago and fell in love with the minute he brushed her hair back against her face. She had been able to connect and understand him on a level like no other woman and to him, she had become everything to him..."Sweetie..." giggled Cindy as she tried to brush away the strong. Knocking was persistent, afraid to turn the house lights on; I entered the den, to see who is there on the security monitor, but no light outside. Flipping the switch for the outside light nothing happens. Geeeez I forgot the lights went out and thought what next. Slowly I worked myself to the front door, pulling the curtains back seen a person stumbling against my door."Bitch, fucking bitch" I heardThat voice is familiar, could it be, then a flash of lightening, yes it him, soaking wet.