‘Sure! You can help by picking out pastry for dessert,’ Ayla agreed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘Aya?’ Shane called as he walked through the front do...r. He smiled in appreciation at the smells that wafted in from the kitchen. ‘Happy birthday sweetie,’ Ayla said from the doorway of the bedroom, clad in only a silk bathrobe that was untied, revealing the treasures beneath. ‘You look amazing and whatever you’re making smells fantastic,’ Shane breathed. Ayla smiled and blushed at that. ‘I don’t know what. Tia Barnett's hair could be considered blonde. In the right light, so could Melanie or Tara.The only one he had been alone with in public had been Jen but that had been a brief trip to grab some stuff from the grocery store. Then again, it might be Emmy Reyes. She was blonde, too, and Brock had gone places with her a few times while she was in town."It could be any of them," Brock admitted. "Look, I have to call them and let them know. They're all coming to the game tonight. I don't want them. It fell in glowing arcs in the light. Almost magick. Almost. ‘Ah, then someone can guess who I am, but then you are mine, are you not, Medea? I do believe you bear a witches mark.’ His hands ran over me, tugging at the dress, one hand sliding up the slit and against the back of my thigh. Before I could react his mouth was upon mine. Soft, sweet kisses. Not what I wanted from him. His hands tightened upon my flesh and I knew he was teasing me. I slid my tongue against his lips, and his mouth. The screen door looked like it had been through the zombie apocalypse. The trailer looked like it needed a coat of paint -- 15 years ago. Weeds had overgrown along the sides of the trailer. Some kind of wild vine threatened to find it's way through the window. Only the impending cold winter halted its invasion.And the garbage! Garbage was everywhere. There were trash bags that had been set out, then forgotten about. It looked like wild animals made regular forays through everyone's trash..