Marissa nodded her head in greeting as he stood. She shifted her backpack on her left shoulder, knocking it slightly into her, making her take a step ...o the side. She looked over at her, their eyes meeting. "Sorry," she said softly, her voice low and soft. "It's okay," she heard herself respond, unable to look away from her eyes for some reason. The room was bathed in low light and she couldn't tell what color her eyes were, but it didn't seem to matter, the reaction she had to her being one. "Let's say we get those jeans off so he can spread his legs a little more, yeah?" Go ahead, I got him, he ain't goin' anywheres." Uh, fellas ..." I started to say but only got my neck squeezed."Look, sweetie boy, we been watching you stick your ass out for days now an' we had enough watching from a distance. We saw it good now we want it." Guys" I croaked, "I wasn't trying to ..." Hell you wuzn't. Don't matter cuz we worked ourselves up an' now we gonna have what you been danglin' in our. The longer you are in contact with someone the stronger this connection grows. The longer your energy resonates on an object, the more of an image of yourself you leave on it.Have you ever though to call a good friend and as you reach for the phone they call you? This is a direct effect of your connection to them. We are not aware of the links we form. And most of us can't use these links in any way. The only time we ever become aware of our bonds are when they are broken. When someone close to. I finally got to the address, a nice looking townhouse, butactually continued walking past it. I guess I wanted to check it out andsee if there was any traffic in and out or if it was a dud so I watchedfrom across the street for about 10 minutes, gathering up my courage. Isaw one black guy on a motorcycle who drove up, parked his bike and thenwalked up the stairs and into the house like he owned the place. Taking adeep breath I crossed the street. I could hear the sounds of a party as.