Jared was a swimmer, so he was lean, thin and long. Trevor was a linebacker, so he had plenty of meat on his bones. Eyeing them down here, I noticed t...hat they actually were sort of cute. My over-observing would be my downfall however, as I didn’t hear Trevor say go.He tackled me with swiftness, utilizing his college-level defensive skills, and drove me onto my butt. I managed to control his head though, and hold him there. Using this as an opening, Jared snaked his way to my back, wrapping his. "No rude little kids with big mouths, no insensitive jerks who can't resist commenting on the tall girl. Why do guys think that everything that comes out of their mouths is an original thought? Like "How's the weather up there stretch?" or "Can I climb you" and the way they stare, like they bought a ticket for the freak show and I'm just supposed to stand there and let them get a good view." She said."I don't know Morgan, I just wanted to spend a day with you, if you would rather spend it. "She thinks that I might plant a need or a concept in her mind that would cause her to do something she wouldn't otherwise do. I'd never consider using my abilities in such an unscrupulous way with her, and she halfway believes me, maybe more than halfway, but doubt lingers."I shrugged. "Teach her how to put up a shield, for heaven's sake."He looked contemplative. "I don't think I know how to do that." He grinned again. "You do. You pushed me away mentally, and I couldn't get back in."I. Even the virgins I seduce think it was just a dream and that I do not exist. If we do not find a new source of power, the Popobawa will soon be gone.”A strange, octopus-like being slithered forward on its tentacles. “I am remembered primarily for my strange name,” he said in a high-pitched, squeaky voice. “The people of rural Maryland often speak of going out looking for the Snallygaster. They called me the Schneller Geist, the "quick ghost", back in the old country, but now I have this.