.. the only problem is, you will be moving away from everything you know.What did you care about here-?Well, it's mostly you; you're a good looking gu...y, a little over six feet tall. You have dyed black hair and masculine, slightly gaunt facial features. You wore a lot of plaid or checkerboard stuff, skinny jeans, studded leather belts... you used to have some sneakers, but you've found you like boots better. You like to be different.But you think about someone else. Not your ex-girlfriends; you. . call it a ‘policy change,’ without your approval; you, like each of us, have veto power.”“So,” I started, “you two must already have approved this ‘policy change.’”Dad nodded, then waited to see if I’d say more. I raised my eyebrows at him to suggest that he continue.[Oh, to have Rhee’s eyebrow skill.]Dad turned a bit pink, took a deep breath, and said, “We want to know how you’d feel about the house being ‘clothing optional.’”I looked into Dad’s eyes, then Mom’s, and then looked back to. But my plans were once again ruined when I realized I had forgotten to charge my e-reader and the battery was now dead. So much for technology. I could have returned to bed, but I knew sleeping in was not an option. I had gotten used to waking up at 6:20 AM and not even a total and utter lack of activities could change my sleeping habits. I would just have to find a way to pass the time until the power came back on. I tried a few different things, but nothing worked, so I eventually decide to. He stood staring at her, panting. She looked at his eyes and was shocked at what she saw, then looking closer, she realized he was drugged. Calmly Bitsy walked up to WindWhispers, calling his name, he looked down at her as if not seeing her. She gently put her hand on his arm "WindWhispers, let me help you, I can help you, you just have to let me." She thought she had gotten through to him, when he suddenly grabbed her by the throat, "your a whore, just like she said, your as bad as she is, no.