”“Ack, just let me handle it. She’ll soften up, dude.”“What about your dad?”“Pfft! He’s not gonna miss me, man. He’ll probably just ...get drunk and not even bake a turkey. It’s win-win. Trust me... Anyway, you said you were spacin’ out. What’s got you cruisin’?”Terry fidgeted and looked uncomfortable. His eyes settled on one of his guitars. “Well, my dad might not even be in town for Thanksgiving. My mom seems fine, but Mal’s quieter than usual and Cassie doesn’t know yet and I- Well I’m kinda. ‘She just whispered your name, ‘Sam? Sam asked you to call? Sam is worried?’ Then she started crying. ‘I am on my way now to her dorm room. I thought she might feel a little more comfortable there, than in this motel. I’ll call you later, okay?’ I figured it would take a couple of hours to hear back, so I left to get something to eat. Came back and waited and waited and waited. Two hours, three hours, four hours and I am pacing back and forth like a madman. Finally, five hours later, my phone. The next version improved on the figure eight model by attaching arms instead of loops. The arms stretched back and sat on Yren’s ears, curling slightly behind them. The contraption was better than before but a blacksmith’s face is constantly bathed in sweat; this made the thing slippery and it slipped off his nose and broke.The final version was the figure eight with the long arms but the arms had a loop and used buckles to hold themselves tight behind the boy’s ears. Yren added a thin leather. " You know how to make a girl feel happy. Thanks."I leaned over and gave him a nice 'welcome' kiss with my lips open just enough to say I'm glad to be here. He patted the spot next to him and I sat down and we embraced and kissed, slowly sliding down to prone on his bed.Soon I'm half over him kissing him with more passion than I would have thought I'd have just the day before. Yes, I was liking this a lot. We french-kissed for quite a while and, like yesterday, I was getting pretty hot.We're.