George Mason, meu pai, já imaginava que não venceria a luta contra o câncer e deixou um pacote com coisas que ele acreditava serem especiais para c...ada um de nós. Não cheguei a ver o pacote de mamãe ou de Ash, mas o meu tinha o anel de noivado que ele deu para mamãe, um smoking, algumas fotos e câmeras de monitoramento, atrelada a um bilhete.“Caro Liam, se você estiver lendo esse bilhete então significa que estou na terra do pé junto! Hahaha. Zelando pela segurança da nossa família, quero que. I was going to quit my job and return. I am glad you like him.’ I hesitated. ‘I know that might come as a shock, but it feels right.’ ‘Ri, you know we support you. It’s not how we would have liked to have met Steve, nevertheless we are happy for you both.’ ‘Thank you. I love him. I can’t explain it, but I know that is true.’ I grinned impishly, despite feeling a minute amount of pain at exerting so many facial muscles. I guess I wasn’t as healed as I wanted to be. Hopefully my convalescence. The curse of being young: the self-confidence clearly had no correspondence to the appearance, youth and sexy looks. It seems this is often the case in young, trendy gay bars. Surely a lot of alcohol is consumed to ease the tensions and inhibitions. We drank quite a lot. The few older guys who were present were more direct, almost staring you down with eyes emitting lust for some fun just for the night. I and my friends were not after these older guys. We had a good time, drinking and laughing,. . . it was the city, no doubt about it. She was right there, in the city.Three blocks away was the entrance to the alley. She couldn’t see it yet, but it was there. Waiting for her. A cave. With a monster in it. With a NI—Brave.Strong.Fearless.And so she was.Laurie straightened herself. She tugged at her tank-top (there’s a fat roll and my tits are TOO SMALL) and smoothed her miniskirt (I have goddamned saddlebags) and observed her shoes (they’re scuffed and shitty and I don’t even like my.