It had the same weird crystal hanging in the side window. I glanced at the car and then walked to the front door with a shrug. As I spoke to the middl...e-aged woman who opened it I found myself searching her face for a trace of the dark-haired girl who’d given me the finger. There was something about the eyes I thought, and the lips, full and ripe. “and if you could give the back windows a going over I’d be grateful. The last chap forgot I’m afraid.” I nodded. The last chap indeed! I stomped. 2,now 34_32_34,(ur right stats hav increased) fair ,shoulder lenght hair,,iam datin a rich guy,,wont take his name he loves me very much n we deceide to go for a trip to singapore,,he was very simple n kind guy,,we were boared at hyaat hotel,,it was a five star,n tat evening he proposed me for marrige n i agreed we travelled a lot next 2days n had 3days left.i was missin d fuck n also worried tat wat if he comes to kno abt my incidents tat i wasnt a virgin. so a plan strucked me..we deceide to. “That wasn’t how it was.”“No?” I asked loudly, looking around at all of them. The rage on my face was unmistakable now and they looked like they were regretting their choice to join me today. “The seven of you knew Beck probably better than anyone in the world except me or her sister. You KNEW she wasn’t right. You KNEW something was wrong. You might not have known that Marlene and the Watermans were pumping her and Lana both full of drugs, but you FUCKING knew that wasn’t who Beck was. You. My new editor Bachgen has graciously taken the time to correct my many typographical errors so that I can re-post this on SOL for your enjoyment. I would like to personally thank him for doing this, as I am sure that it will make for a much better read. – Double_entendreWhat the future holds:If there was a single word that best described James Mantle it would be gifted. He was a straight A student from as far back as anyone could remember, with a near photographic memory. He excelled in.