"Jake sucked in a quick breath as he walked over and inspected Abbey'sneck. It was red, and might have been in the shape of a mouth, but it washard to... tell. "It didn't draw blood, whatever she did," he muttered. "Areyou okay?"Abbey nodded. "Takes more than a scratch to bother me. Pissed though, shesure got my blood boiling. I'm still feeling warm. Probably theadrenaline."Jake gave her another once over. "You do look a little flushed. Do youneed to see a doctor?" he asked, a little. Many sports, but none as exciting nor memorable as the one that was about to be played.There were two dozen women and girls in the hall and they crowded around the flummoxed and bewildered Geometry teacher. He was hemmed in as they circled him, gave him little area to move, secured the perimeter and let the youngest one there go off on a tangent. Robert opened his mouth in amazement only to find it quickly stuffed with some foul smelling piece of cloth. His arms were pulled back behind him and. He patted the spot next to him and I dutifully plopped down next to him on the sofa."Greg had a headache, he always seems to have one these days," I answered with a pout as I nestled against his body. Oh my gawd, did I really say that I asked myself silently. A little grin appeared on dad's lips. "Boys are weird," I added quickly."I suppose we are," dad agreed as he put his arm around me. I couldn't help but remember Nikki's questions from the afternoon as I was engulfed in dad's hug. I'd never. " Stan thought for a moment that Anne was going to say "No", but she paused and then... "Yes, I think I feel like a night out, and the Mitre's a nice place. Yes! Okay, do you want me to drive, or are we biking in?"Stan hadn't thought of that. He pondered for a moment. Denise didn't have a pushbike, did she? He couldn't remember for sure."No, I think I'll drive, Anne. It's okay, I'm not trying to get you drunk so I can take advantage of you!" Oh, as if!" Anne replied, with a wink. "That's okay,.