A man stepped out of the older truck, and Taylor recognized him instantly as the man being beat on in the warehouse, the one Taylor had told to get ou.... He didn’t see a gun in the man’s hand, and the fact he had been in the process of getting the shit kicked out of him when Taylor intervened, suggested he was not on the side of the slavers. That, however, didn’t mean the man was harmless or should be trusted. Taylor lifted the gun that had been sitting on his lap and held the weapon in one. I thought I was a Casanova and knew everything. There was this couple that I would do stuff with and caddy for, Daisy and Walt. Daisy was a sweet heart and fun to talk to and very classy, Walt was rich drunk and drank all the time but he was cool till he had too much to drink. One day we were on the course, we would played about eight holes and then ended up at Walt's house. We were all having a good time, Daisy and I flirting and Walt drinking. Once at the house Walt quickly reached the point. And he was always so kind and sweet to everyone. He was always caring and helpful, especially with younger kids. I was so proud to be his older sister!As we grew older, I expected my crush to fade away. Like its to be expected with a childhood crush. But it didn’t. It only grew larger.I loved him for how smart he was. He knew so many things, and could always tell me something new and interesting. I loved him for how funny he was. He never played any pranks, he was way to nice for that. But he. She came back in, stripping her clothes off as soon as she hit the shelter of the porch. Now the rain was easing up enough that the coqui frogs were overtaking the noise of the rain. I held her in my arms, inhaling the fresh scent of her damp hair.“I’m just loving holding you in my arms, sweetheart. I must have been daydreaming.”“You don’t have to daydream. I’m really here. Don’t you want me?”“Want you? Yes, I want you. I’ve been dreaming of having you in my arms again for four months.”“But.