Christopher was pretty sure the irascible computer was lying to him, but he let it pass. After all, a girl had to have some secrets..."Let's go," he o...rdered.Victoria walked over to Amma-llia and put her arm around the trembling girl."Relax, Amma. They're on their way to rescue us. No one will hurt your baby and we'll be free within the hour." But ... who? They have all of them here." Brave little Amma was as close to melting down as anyone had ever seen her."Not all of them," Lia whispered in. It shapes you and even when you try to resist, you find yourself wanting, desiring, the very things that you’re running from.That’s the basis of my story.I am sure that I will eventually write about some of the “good times” I had with my father. I may even write about the bad. My stories may never be read. They may even be poorly written. But they will always be honest – even when you, the reader, might wish that they wouldn’t be. But even if I walk over darker topics, I hope that you enjoy. He was up for it and got in my car. He was a bit scruffy with a goatee and a black shirt and black jeans. He was probably in his early 40's. I could tell he was high on something. We we were driving down El Camino and he wanted me to take him to the motel in Belmont he was living in. As we were talking, he sniffed the air and said I smelled good. It was probably the Poison perfume I sprayed inside the car. I didn't really say anything about his comment.We got to his motel and he asked. Today—right now, on you birthday, just like you wanted. I'll annie up whatever you need with the money you have saved up”.I sat up on the edge of the chase, and bending over, resting my elbows on tops of my thighs, bury my face in my hands. I didn't actually start crying or anything, just collecting my thoughts. I look up at Kirk, and simply said “what”? Kirk smiles, and replies “You heard me straight, Matthew. And not only that, you come over Monday after school, and I'll take you to my.