Carson was at the playground alongside the jogging trail, waiting to get candid shots of Jeremy and Joyce as they passed, knowing that they would take... three circuits around the trail if their usual pattern held in the improving weather. He was startled by the bored-sounding male voice that used his name as a man sat down on the bench next to him. "You know, Carson, you guys have made this all look too easy."Carson looked at the guy next to him; early forties, muscular, from what he could see in. ‘I am glad you could tear yourself away from your studies,’ Kyle said between kisses. ‘Are you kidding?’ Anna replied. ‘Nothing can keep me away from this place. I have dreamed of nothing but being with you tonight.’ Kyle just chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. Anna’s hair was still splayed out across Kyle’s chest and stomach as he rested on his back and she was curled up atop of him. The pair was near Kyle’s home. He lived with his parents still while the young man attempted to save. ***I guess you could say I'm kind of an asshole.That's what most of the girls said, at least, once they found out who Ireally was. It didn't matter. They were right. I am an asshole, or Iwas to them at least.The ruse was simple. Using pictures of my brother's ex-girlfriend, Icreated profiles on dating sites, social networks, etc. and, using thosepictures, and my writing, acting, and computer skills, I managed to createan alternate identity for myself. Instead of being Steve Stills, the. After a minute of unrelaxingmassage, Nightwing was sprayed. He could see some strands of hair fall infront of his face, one a bright red and another a cool blue. The hands athis side each grabbed a large tuft of his hair and brought it around. Hecould feel something constricting them and putting them into ponytales."You're hair is just so great there, Nightwing!" Harley blurted over theloudspeaker. "Hmm, Nightwing... that's not a good name for a cutie likeyou! But enough about that, its time.