The reflection was as if the mirror itself was cracked, ugliness personified.To her though, this incredible, beautiful woman who came to me in my time... of need, I was different. She saw deeper than the skin that held me together. She peeled back the layers to see the beating heart within, the soul that was weak, yet still held on in the hope of one day finding someone like her."Don't worry, the pain you feel now will slowly fade away." she informed me, and she was almost right.Her voice was a. Please give me a dollar to bind us together, and I will start right away to do what I can for you." That's fine with me. Here you are. Is it OK for me to visit my ma and the rest while I'm waiting for a trial?" I've got an idea. You go out to your farm and get John or Henry to ride with you to the marshal's office at the jail in Edgar Junction. You surrender to him, and either John or Henry, whichever one comes with you, will get credit for the reward. That will really stick it to those fools. It’s time for dinner, I’m going to ask my Uncle if I can stay here for a little while. I’m so pissed off still, I don’t want to go home. September 17th I completely love my Uncle’s pool. It’s getting a little late in the year but we’ve had hotter than normal temperatures. I wanted to get a little better tan before winter really hits so I spent the day lying out. My Uncle took advantage of the situation by taking pictures of me all day. Because his girlfriend wasn’t there he kept taking. When it was time for Betty to leave – close to midnight – we hugged longer than we ever had before. Full body, genital-to-genital. This was a HUG. I am sure that she felt a poke. Then, about five minutes after she left, and before cell phones were in full swing, my apartment phone rang. It was Betty. She said words I had longed to hear the year before, but I didn’t know what to do about it now: “I have feelings for you.” Now I was confused. Did I want to go down this road with her again?.