‘Hello?’ I tried to keep my voice low. ‘Hi.’ Patrick said. There was a long pause. He was notorious for those. ‘We need to talk.’ ‘Now?�...� I turned my head, eyes running over Ryan’s face. I did not want to talk to Patrick right now. Not when Ryan was lying next to me, when I still had the feeling of sex all over my body. Not when I was picturing the shower the night before (or early morning, rather). Ryan on his knees, water cascading down his face as he took my cock down his throat again, this. "I have this incredible attraction to you but it may be just a flash in the pan without legs or any real basis." David, do you believe that?" No. However, marriage is too important a step to take carelessly or casually. Any valuable relationship deserves time and thought." He grinned. "Besides, I want to learn more about you, the girl with two sets of parents!" I guess that is different. Particularly, since their only connection is through me. I grew up with only one set, Mom and Dad. I met. "Corey didn't know how to respond at first, and then he nervously laughed,"But my dad's clothes were way too big for you."Mark laughed, too, and didn't say anything for a moment. Corey felt hewas on the verge of asking something."What are you thinking?" Corey finally asked, fearing he already knew theanswer."I don't know if I wanna tell you what I'm thinking." Oh c'mon. We're friends. You can say whatever."Mark hesitated and then said: "Well I was thinking . . . about how niceyou looked in your. Her face was trapped in a look of complete despair and hopelessness, her arm outstretched towards the Joy of Just-Ice itself, a sparkling silver ball. This was her mausoleum, her final resting place. Together she would rest here, watching over the Joy of Just-Ice until the end of time.There was a thump from outside. The kind of thump that usually meant heavy boots upon stone.Another thump. And another. The sunlight entering the cavern was cut off as the figures descended the stairs, blocking.