One incendiary glare later, he picks up his drink and begins to stalk the periphery of the dance floor."I don't think he likes you much." I tend to ha...ve that effect on people." I woefully sip my drink. "Jason is my latest victim." Jason? The dog groomer?" Yep. He asked me to go out tonight." I take a big gulp from my glass to block out the shame I feel for brushing him off."And I take it you said no." He's not my type." Mm hmm. Well, let's find your type, shall we?" She takes the glass out of. She nearly jumped out of the chair as she felt his arm go round her shoulders comfortingly. She hadn’t heard him move but his arm supported her as she wept. She snuggled into him feeling strangely at home as she cried, though, she was also aware of the electricity his touch sent through her. She could feel where his dirty tee shirt ended and his bare brown arm started as it curved around her bare shoulders. She could hear the reassuring regular beat of his heart as her head leaned against his. ” This is a prick who less than six months before he finished high school and just after football season was mysteriously classified 4-F by the draft board. Now I have a great deal of respect for those who were legitimately against the war (and still do) and refused to fight for moral or religious reasons and even those that fled to Canada to avoid having to serve because they were acting out of strong personal convictions, but I cannot stand a punk that has daddy find him a cushy slot in the. It would be best forher in some ways, for she could be at one with the freedom life has notgiven her. It would hurt but I would be happy knowing she is happy. I donot need her and I to be one. It would be for the best, but I do notneed her.I do not care that Anna said it is different and I do need her now. Thereason she gives is for I am changing. While we are all changing. Annais also. Anna used to be not as defined as she is now. She is more real,then again we are all more real as we grow as.