Sorry, I didn't have achance to change before coming over, and don't have any clothes in mybag." Oh my god this is so embarrassing! Nobody was suppos...ed to see mein this, especially my friend or his Dad!"Oh, I understand. Are you on hormones or something? Because that buttand those breasts... I mean, no offense, but I thought there was ayoung woman at my door until I looked up and saw the shorter hair haha."I blushed bright red and looked away. One of the reasons I had startedcross dressing. .." Dance, yes," intercut Syrio, a wry smirk on his face, "Now we will begin. Strike me...if you can."Arya tried to strike at him. She tried for hours, until the muscles in her body were sore and aching, all the while Syrio Forel clicked his tongue and told her what to do. Until finally, with a casual flourish, Syrio disarmed Arya's sword and, pulled her close, pressing his sleek and strapping body against her lithe frame. He moved so fast, she barely noticed that his sword was sheathed and his. As Joyce cried in fear and begged to be let go, the figure placed their object on the ground outside the door. Joyce pushed her face close to the window to try and get a glimpse at what it was. The object was small and cylindrical with a tab on its top that reminded her of the pin of a grenade. Oh gods, was he going to blow up the phone booth with her inside it?!“PLEASE please please, don’t do this! I didn’t do nothing to ‘ya, please don’t pull the pin.”The figure, silent as always, leaned down. Yeah, that was definitely the drawer my sister had made me load up on mypick up for her guestroom.Why was I sleeping in my sister's guestroom? Oh right, Samuel had askedme over for a drink last night. But I could have sworn I turned his offerdown. Probably the alcohol playing it's trick on me, I had never reallybeen a steady drinker. I walked over to my sister's guestrooms bathroomand headed for the sink. I turned the cold water wheel and splashed therefreshing cold water in my face to drive.