"Was it a tough one Princess?" I asked as I took her book bag."It wasn't real bad, I just hate long essay type questions where there's no defined righ...t answer," she responded. "I'm a more empirical type of person than a philosophical one I guess." Well I like you just the way you are Princess," I said as we headed out. "We have a one o'clock appointment with the department spokeswoman and the NCAA exert at the arena, so we better go have some lunch and get all of the receipts at home." Ok, I. ..?" I...I heard it," I gasped. I stared at Deanne, feeling both embarrassed and apologetic, "It said it would give three wishes..." But spread out among three people," Deanne finished for me, staring at me with a look of relief, obviously thankful that I not only believed her now but had shared in her experience."Holy shit," I whispered, staring at the monkey again. However it made no other sound. It showed no sign of being anything other than a normal jade carving."I know," Deanne sighed,. ” I come up for air and compliment the flavor of her flesh. “I’m sweet just for you today.” Sighed Sivi who shifts in the couch cushions and gently presses on the back of my head. While grinding against my face with a tempo that made me whimpered just a little, “Yeah, baby takes it all.” Curling my eyes upward and blushing reasoning I had all of Sivi’s attention. Combing back my shoulder length hair so she could see as well as feel I swallowed until my throat nearly revolted. Gasping upwards. As we thrust flyers into every letterbox we encountered, the two of us taking turns, we got talking about ourselves. I, Francis, was the younger of two children, with my sister Melanie six years older and having moved to the UK long-term earlier that year, and my parents still quite happily married. I attended the local state secondary school, in Year Eleven at that time. Emma’s story was a bit more complicated: her parents had split up a few years before when her mother came to the realisation.