.." Now what? Are you really going to let Melissa be m*****ed by Trina and her team mates? But if you give yourself in, you'll both just wind up as se...x slaves anyway. "10, 9, 8..."You decide staying right where you are is the best course of action. Better her than both of you, right? Chivalry really is dead. Trina counts down, "3, 2, 1... 0." "See I told you," Cassandra insists "He ran off. He's probably long gone now and we'll never catch him in time." "I guess you were right," Trina concedes,. Her eyes searched my face for several seconds, no doubt seeing the damage wrought by years of sun, wind, and poor life-choices, but she smiled. “God, you look great, Zach! It’s not fair that men just get better looking as they age.” I laughed. “You were never a very good liar, but thanks.” I reached out and pushed a stray lock of hair back from her face, a simple gesture but poignantly instinctive and familiar. “Lucky for you that you don’t have to worry about that, because you haven’t aged at. "Good to see you again," he smiled. "We're still on, I take it?" Of course, we're still on," she grinned. "There's news, but nothing that needs to affect us this weekend." What kind of news? The word was that Crystal had found some guy, a Baptist preacher the rumors said, but no one could believe it." She did; I know the guy; he's a hell of a nice guy, but I can hardly believe it, either," she sighed. "You still have to unload, right?" Just rocket boxes, food boxes and like that," he told her.. Every time he did such a thing, Samantha knew that Jon was thinking quite the opposite. Or just thinking in general, which was quite a revelation. His voice returned from the Twilight zone with a small chuckle. Then a rather long sigh. "Hey, I kinda gotta go. Chores and crap. Ugh." "Oh, sure thing. We can talk later. Bye!" "Bye." Samantha's hands drummed against the table. "Boooooored." She groaned. Her eyes flickered over to the computer screen. "Hmm..." Her right hand moved to the mouse and.