Brenda told her she wanted to be with her again if Bill would let her. Brenda said she would ask Bill if she could that day. Nan had nothing to say to... that. They dried off and got dressed, after several more kisses Brenda left. Bill was waiting for Brenda on the school steps. They started the walk to their homes. Bill asked Brenda to tell him about her meeting with Mrs. Taylor. Brenda was reluctant to talk about it at first, she had no idea that Bill had caused it to happen. Bill made Brenda. I guess it runs in the genes. Brad, talented sax player and moderately good pianist that he was, didn't think of music as either life or lifestyle. He'd probably end up playing the sax in the White House, like Bill Clinton, or doodling around the keys like Truman.After graduation, I’d gone home to change, then Brad picked me up, and we went to a graduation party. It wasn’t the graduation party that the popular kids, the cheerleaders and jocks were having, of course. It was given by one of our. " you said bluntly as he plopped back on the floor."So.. that means Yami-chan doesn't have a special friend?" he asked tapping his chin lightly."I guess not.." you said standing up from your spot brushing yourself off."Where are you going?" he asked standing up as you smiled towards him."I have to go take a shower.. after wards we can hang out more." you said as he clapped happily."Alright!" he said as you smiled walking towards your room.You walked into your room and closed the door sighing. An hour later the pit was dug, filled with charcoal and the spit brackets were set up, all that was left to do was drive that spit through me and get me over the fire, I walked over to my father holding a length of rope, handing it to him and taking the same position Susan had standing in front of him with my back to him, he took both of my arms and pulled them toward my back tieing both my wrist's together tight. Looking over my shoulder toward him I asked "Is this going to hurt daddy?".