"Aaron was the seven year old and he just stared at me with his mouth open. He had been the one most likely not to have lived through the night. Jason... the five year old stood no differently though they were not as frightened as their mother. Irene was not too difficult to read her surface thoughts and she relied on what fictional books and movies had to say about magic. To her all of it was bad and how people were sacrificed to appease demons. She was right about this but the demons were within. ‘ Hey honey, it’s mom. Can you please pick up a container of milk?’ The second one almost made my heart stop. It was from him. ‘I know I was rude but I had to call and tell you it was great to see you today. If you want to talk or hang out give me a call.’ ‘Yeah, I’ll hurry up and call you,’ I said sarcastically as I deleted the message. I grabbed the milk and headed home. When I got home, my mom asked, ‘How was work?’ ‘Work was work. It was a little annoying though.’ ‘How so?’ ‘I ran into. The spread of the Islamic Revolution! The destruction of the infidels! The beheading of the Great Satan! Allah ahkbar!"With these words to his closest aides, the Ayatollah Makhtol had set into motion a plan that would alter the course of history. The date was October 29, 1997. The meeting had been called by the Ayatollah to discuss arrangements for a bold idea that would paralyze the country most feared by the mullahs controlling Iran, the United States of America."What kind of progress are our. You have a face for a smile, youre so handsome Jude, sometimes its unreal how handsome you are…. She whispered. I moved closer to her on my swing. Youre beyond gorgeous you know that? I was looking at her lips. And I saw her look at mine. I kissed her chin. And she looked at me shocked but wanting more, but something else caught her attention her beautiful bluish eyes moved towards the 2nd floor window, I looked up to see Jordan staring at us. Then she ducked. Maybe we should go inside. Demi.