.. I saw a biker pull up. He removed his helmet to reveil a tanned, perfectly proportion face, I'd say in his late 20's. All my dreams we coming true ...at once. I decided to go up to him and pretend to like his bike(personally I couldn't really care less but still he was hot). 'Nice bike' I said to him 'How fast does it go?'. By the looks of his face he didn't know what to do. How often do you get a girl asking about bikes? He finally answered and started talking about a load of shit I didn't. The dress was much more adult than he would have picked. It was a strapless gown that fit her like a glove.A week before the Prom, Amy sat at the table eating breakfast with him. He could tell that something was on her mind. He waited and she fidgeted in her chair but didn't seem to know how to say whatever it was she needed to say."Well, are you going to say it or keep it inside the rest of the day."Amy looked at her plate, "I think that I volunteer you to be a chaperone at the Prom. Will you. " She almost broke down completely again. She proved how tough she is that afternoon. "He noticed every time my meds got cut back as I started to get a little better. Part of why I tried to get better was just to make him smile. Mostly I tried so hard because Lisa and Crissy needed me to get better. "It was right after Chrissy's first birthday when he asked me to marry him. We had a really good counselor then too. But I never told them about Dad, I mean what he was doing to me before. John saw Numa observing, and he asked, “Can the lad be fed, please, Chief Numa?”She smiled. “Certainly. We always reward our messengers. Come over to the fire, my boy. The ladies will feed you.”Once he had got his fill, the teen set off again, his mouth silently repeating his message over and over to imprint in in his mind. That boy is an asset to his village, John mused.Numa gestured to John, to come and speak with her. As he did, she pointed to her seat where they could speak privately.“What.