All eyes were on her when she showed up. “Is that uncle Steve’s girlfriend?” I whispered to my mom. Mom just chuckled. "Uncle Steve likes the si...ngle life, Lacey. He has never been one to settle down. He never had long term relationships.”I knew what she meant. Uncle Steve was a player. He had the looks, the job, the house, the cars and, of course, the cock. I could see why he didn’t want to settle down.Before long, the party was in full swing. There was so much booze and so much food! Uncle. When a charge took place the mayhem was universal but short-lived.I threw a snowball at Tony Morelli but he ducked out of the way. The snowball continued on its trajectory and smacked into Jenny Murphy's head. Jenny was 15, a ninth grader, and she didn't look very happy. Neither did her two girlfriends. Well, what did they expect walking through a war zone?"Sorry," I yelled to them.Nope. They were not amused, particularly Jenny. They stopped and walked back toward me. I looked around for. Adele stood-up and she was balling her eyes out before she snuggled up against me. Great anguished sobs wracked her body and I pulled her close, my arms wrapped around her shoulders. Her arms were wrapped around my waist, and as I pulled tighter, she did likewise until we were wrapped together like lovers.Adele was a friend and it felt natural to want to comfort her. I stroked her hair and as the sobbing subsided, I felt her thumbs stroking circles on my lower back.I reciprocated and we. Hopeful, I try my best to remain patient and tell myself that soon it will be my turn.Why does she always think that holding her legs tightly together will keep others from knowing I’m here and on a mission? Actually, as long as she knows, I really don’t care about anyone else.In my opinion, sitting in a window seat on a full flight is always a bad idea. It just takes more effort for me to get her motivated enough to stand, crawl over the seats, walk up the aisle and enter the bathroom.But.