I stepped up to him and ran my fingers around the top of his pants.“Very much so,” I purred and leaning my head back to look him straight in the e...e. I dipped my fingers into his pants and ran them against his soft skin. “I am glad,” he said and looked over his shoulder. “Anyone could step in here.” I thrust my hands deeper into his pants as he raised his hands to my shoulders to push us apart, and froze. My hands touched lace and as I looked up I could see a slight flush on his cheeks.“Are you. The man who had looked at the piece first moved forwards again. "How much of this can you get? How often do the Wyrms have to shed?" It varies as to how often we have to shed; the younger you are the more it happens. That piece there is 20 years old and my mother will not need to shed again for maybe another 80 or 90. Right now, my parents and two of my siblings have agreed to give Des the sheddings, for help in getting to the more inaccessible areas. And for the moment we can get enough to. Ah ... I’m glad I saw you, though. I just wanted to say thank you.”“Huh? For what?”“I know you left town because of what I did to you. I assume you got an abortion someplace. You could have ruined my life instead of just making it impossible to get a date for a year. My mom explained it to me in terms I could get through my thick skull. I just want to say thank you. And I’m sorry.”“I didn’t do anything for you, Jesse. I got my period the day after prom. You didn’t get me pregnant,” I lied.“Oh.. " I was glad we were all of a like mind.Everyone agreed it made sense. Not being able to do anything else, we headed off to wander the city once again. However, once we walked out the front door and were greeted by a small crowd waiting outside. We were a bit confused about what was going on, but figuring they were waiting for some celebrity or politician to protest, we ignored it and continued on to the car. About halfway there a young man walked up to me and dropped to his knees."I will.