If Phoebe could admit it to herself, she'd have to admit that she waseven secretly pleased that Walt had lied, that Marcia had come. It wasjust the so...t of promise that real parents would break, wasn't it?They didn't linger in Chupadero any longer than the local traffic lawsdemanded. They waited until they were a good fifty miles down the roadbefore stopping for gas and cold bottled drinks at a convenience stationrest stop. No one talked much. Walt and Marcia said a few words to eachother in. Grond’s skill with his sickles was just as great, but he dared not move from where he was standing, lest his leg give out on him. Rather, he used his good leg as a pivot, keeping his foot glued to the ground and moving like the hand of a clock. Every time Holmes leaned in for a stab, Grond would parry the blade or dodge, and when he did manage to land a hit, the loose cloak would receive the cut, dispersing the energy with its billowing and keeping the blade from reaching his body. If not for. Gerald is this totally pathetic guy, kind of weedy and spotty and wears glasses – his nickname is Geek and this pretty much sums him up. He's not at all dishy, let's just say that.So no, I don't flirt with Gerald the Geek, although of course he fancies me just as much as the others do. You'd probably expect a girl like me to ignore such a geeky loser but in fact I don't. Gerald no doubt wishes I DID ignore him though. Why? Well because I make his life at work a misery, basically, with the way I. "Ooh! Cinnamon rolls! Thanks Mom!" She kissed both parents on the cheek. "Good morning, Daddy; thanks Jimmy." She kissed me on the cheek as well and sat in the empty chair. She indicated her robe. "I didn't want to keep you waiting, I can finish after Jimmy leaves for school."Dad started, "Good morning, sugar. Thanks for thinking of us. Okay, so, I guess it's safe to say that you to have discovered the joys of physical intimacy, and, now that you know that we know, you are wondering what is.