I've never had an opportunity to talk with anyone into the Goth thing. Do you worship the devil and things like that?"Noreen laughed at that, "People ...think all Goths are evil and worship the devil and are a disgrace to society. I never ever worshipped the devil -- I just never worshipped God either." Me neither," I replied truthfully."You're not like them," she said giving me a quizzical look."Who, your parents?" Yeah, my parents," she said sarcastically. And then she opened up a little."I was. When they got home all Rachel wanted to do was jump on Rolly, but Stephanie talked her into putting on a fashion show for him.Somehow Rachel talked Stephanie into parading one ensemble in front of Rolly (all part of Stephanie's cunning plan), and that was it for Rolly. He picked up his wife and carried her to the bedroom.Rachel's moans and screams filled the house. She didn't care if Stephanie heard. That was one thing that she had learned to do on Crossroads, let herself go. She briefly. They made me want to leave the lights off entirely.Back in the living room I brushed my fingers along the body of the cello. The finish was so old it was textured instead of perfectly smooth, and the fire shone only dimly on it, reddish, dark gold, in auras that shifted with the flame. When my arm touched the bow it swung back and forth.Elizabeth had arranged her music in a little shrine—the cello, the chair, and the sheet music stand placed around the fireplace. It fit the rest of the. "Sorry, don't want to get you dirty," said Garth."Yeah, white was probably a bad choice," said Connor, fanning his dress andsmiling at him. "You finish and I'm going to go check on dinner." You sure?" said Garth, stuffing his face. "Want me to come help?" Of course not! You're my guest," said Connor, getting up and kissing hischeek before clicking on the tv. "Now that's no work for a man anyway, soyou relax and just fill that belly. I'll put on some college football foryou and you kick back..