Now, this is the point where I'm 18teenlive supposed to go 18teenlive into great detail about her overwhelming beauty. The truth of the matter 18teenlive is that I wouldn't 18teenlive really call her beautiful at all. Cute. I'd definitely call her cute 18teenlive. Small (maybe five-one or two), slight 18teenlive, shy. Mysterious 18teenlive. Maybe that's what attracted me to her. I just 18teenlive couldn 18teenlive't figure her out. She had a sort of unassuming curiosity 18teenlive about her, a sharp intelligence 18teenlive wrapped in a soft exterior. A puzzle.
I felt disoriented and not a little pissed off. Who did this Bozo think he was, coming into 18teenlive my house 18teenlive with my girl and making himself at home? But then, she wasn't my girl, was she 18teenlive? Quietly, I closed 18teenlive the door 18teenlive and followed them.
He seemed to be waiting for me. I 18teenlive felt as if I'd had an advantage and watched it 18teenlive slip away. Begrudgingly, I 18teenlive sat on 18teenlive the arm of the chair. Seemingly satisfied 18teenlive, he turned to Brenda 18teenlive, who was still 18teenlive glancing guiltily around her 18teenlive. She reminded 18teenlive me of 18teenlive a child I'd once seen in 18teenlive the toy section of a department store whose parents 18teenlive had finally found her and were scolding her for having wandered off. I 18teenlive got the feeling that 18teenlive she liked being here, but knew she shouldn't be.
"Shhh," he 18teenlive scolded lightly 18teenlive. "Just look into my eyes and relax. That 18teenlive's right 18teenlive. Just relax. You know 18teenlive what's going to happen, don't you? Just 18teenlive let it happen. That's right. Relax."
"Don't call me Freddy. Nobody calls me Freddy." I continued to advance.
We sat, saying nothing, for 18teenlive a long sixty seconds. I wanted to tell her that I'd 18teenlive listen to her, try 18teenlive to understand her, protect her, but I 18teenlive couldn't think of 18teenlive a 18teenlive way to begin. Finally, the ticking of the mantle clock drove her to speak.
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