“I know, but I still want to get you something from just me, OK?” she said.“All right. We’ll go to lunch at 12:30, stop by wherever you want a...d get back to work sometime after that. How’s that sound, beautiful girl?”“I do love it, every time you call me that – I never had anybody call me that until you started to a year before you left for college. Would you hate me if I said, that I didn’t want to go to college?” she said.“It is not for everyone, I know that!” I said. “Does Mom or Dad know. He let out a gentle sigh as he glanced across at the rest of the people in the bus, after checking out every single fellow passenger he turned his head to look back out the window. But, before his eyes had made their way all the way back to the window they stalled, to the right of the seat in front of him, wedged between the seat and the wall of the bus was a scrunched up piece of paper.Unsure why his eyes had for some reason stayed put as they moved over this rather regular site he reached his. I needed to be in a decent mood for our mock duel later. It wouldn't be fair to everyone if I wasn't. That still didn't prevent me from wanting to hit something and hit it hard.Tara was waiting for me in my room. It wouldn't be right to take out my aggravation on her so I didn't."Would Master like a massage?"Maybe that would help. "Sure." I removed my shirt and my sword and lay on my bed. It was the first time in far too long that I had received a massage from a willing young lady. The lime oil. I do not feel remorse, for I know that my actions were justified, but it was I, Dorian Gray, who took the life of Basil Hallward.’ Henry took my words, examined them and would have crumpled them into the waste basket had they been tangible. He smiled in his easy, reassuring manner that soothed my battered nerves. I felt relieved. I should have confided in my old friend months ago. ‘My dear boy,’ he said. ‘The Dorian Gray who I have come to know isn’t capable of such an atrocious act of.