His mouth lowers on mine, reassuring me that what we did was okay. We continue to kiss and he holds me. His friend left but we didn't notice. The mome...t was ours and I was happy that it was just the two of us. I wasn't going to lie. I enjoyed what happened, but I was more comfortable with it just being him and I. He asks me if I am okay with what went on and I nod, not realizing that tears are coming down my face. He kisses them away and holds me. I look up at him with a need in my eyes. His. ." And right at that point a tear dropped from her right soon to be accompanied by one from her left. She allowed the tears to fall as she began again. "This concert is dedicated two very special who are stuck in hospital beds barely able to move let alone walk." The tears really began to flow unchecked as she added, "One them is my father John Thompson and other is Maria Robertson the 13-year-old sister of my boyfriend Justin." She managed to smile. "I say 13 but when Maria sees this concert. He was sweet, and definitely deserved better than that witch.That meant I had to wait until Saturday to work, which was fine. I sent him a text apology, since I knew he wouldn’t get it if I didn’t. He said it was alright, that I’d missed out on some paid time, but that he could work with me that weekend. Friday night came around, I’d gone on my run but Mr Gadsten wasn’t home when I got back and even Brian wasn’t home. I walked naked from the shower to my room for a stupid thrill imagining. Where did it go?As an elementary postulate, I hypothesized that the extra mass had beenconsumed to fuel the transformation. This was the most likelyexplanationI began to be grateful for the day and age in witch I now lived. Thiswas the age of the internet and online banking and internet commerce andthe instant debit card, as well as the large amount of things that couldbe ordered via the same. I could live in my own house and use my ownfunds for rather a long time before my identity became a.