After a few long minutes had passed I made some excuse and slipped out of the dark room to follow Brandon downstairs. ‘What took you so long?’ His... breath tickled my right ear as he spoke, I couldn’t see him, or anything for that matter.He pulled me into the laundry room, I felt his hand slide up my thigh, ‘What are you doing?!’ I cried out with mock-horror in my voice, I knew exactly what he was doing.He didn’t bother answering my question, he just began moving his hand farther and farther up. Yeah, Simpson was as good an M.E. as old Quincy, maybe better even, but who the fuck cares?The book on Crowley was a totally different matter. Crowley, it appeared, had also been a bit of a loner, and an outsider. An oddball to most folks. One with weird ideas of the world. But, to Crowley, these weird ideas of his was the way the world should be, and had to be, in his vision, anyway. Some called Crowley a genius. Others called him the king of depravity. But, Chance thought, at least they. I was one of the most popular girls in Marchton High School. It's just because most of the guys at my school were complete bastards, and I was insecure around them. That's why I had like a collection of porn DVDs and sex toys. I just turned sixteen last month, and I was getting curvier everyday, and my family was noticing it.At dinner, dad was eyeing my boobs rather...um, greedily. "Well, Amerelle," he said, using my full name. I blushed. I hated when he said that. Amerelle-who's name is as. ShephardCopyright 2012Editied by: jeffusually kiitylover---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Episode 4 "Solitude"---Mission Control Johnson Space Center, Houston TX---"Ok, everyone, quiet down, let's get started," Roth said, bringing histeam to attention as the Secretary of Defense and several high rankingmilitary leaders entered the room and took seats around a large conferencetable. Dr. Roth made a few quick.