Sweet Jesus, has it been that long? I’m letting some wild man carry me off to who knows where and all I can think about is if his upper lip tastes a... good as it looks. I need committed, she thought with disgust. Rallying her courage, she was no wilting flower damn it all, she asked the giant in a steady, calm voice that she was far from feeling, ‘Who are you? What are you doing and why are you carrying me…’ searching for just the right insult ‘…Jungle Man?…’ There was no response, his stride. Rumplestiltskin stood outside of the door listening to the girl’s wails. He couldn’t understand why her plight touched his heart, or maybe her beauty touched something else in him. He couldn’t resist the urge to help her complete such a daunting unrealistic, almost cruel task. The door creaked when Rumplestiltskin opened the door to view the girl surrounded by sweet smelling straw, tears streaming down her face. Her blonde hair damp from tears and perspiration clinging to her trembling neck.. " Yeah, I said that I would wear whatever you picked out. I did not thinkyou would pick that out for me.I never said slutty, I said sexy outfit. The reason why I said that isfor you told me you were looking forward to wearing something whichshowed off more of your body. I was being supportive." Well, maybe you should had gone with me, so I knew what you would andwould not wear." Cupcake, I am going now. I will be back later to get ready for our funnight on the town." Come back early for you. “A 15-year-old should be out having fun. How often am I the one to bring that into our relationship? I’m always the sombre one. Heck, in my past life, I almost never smiled. Thanks to you girls, that is changing.”“But you’re not 15. You are 70. Old people don’t act that way.”“That is because youth is wasted on the young. Make any other old person 55 years younger, and they would be ecstatic and living it up. I’m a workaholic, and if it weren’t for my girlfriends, I would be moping around,.