)11:39 PM. Friday night. I gathered my breath really nervously as I tried to gather my courage and...oh, yeah. Where's my manners? Let me fill you in ...on some of the small details and background leading up to the situation that was going on. So , uh, where to start? First, my name is Brad. I'm 5'4", 125 pounds, long brown hair, deep brown eyes, and whenever I intently "forget" to shave, as was the case at the time, a nice bushy beard. I'm 28 years old, but most people only guess me for 19 or 20,. Phillip Marriot your days are numbered. And God help us all if I ever see you, Ray thought to himself.'Dana, is who as important as why?''Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime.We would sit down and think which wayTo walk, and pass our long love's day;' 5It had been a week since the night at Polly's Place. It had been a good week. They were gentle with each other. There wasn't any other way to describe it. They went back to Polly's for lunch once. It was a little. He had the most perfect abs Brooklyn had ever seen or tasted. Closing her eyes, she could envision him lying next to her, in front of the fireplace, his Beer in hand. Even the way his brown hair fell across his face was different from any other mans she had known. She missed him. Better to spend the night at home, she thought, than cavorting with her usual Halloween hooligans. Besides, it was getting really cold out there. Maybe a nice fire and a good book really was the smarter way to go.. I glanced in her direction, her head hung low here long hair hiding her face. The thin silk garments she wore were torn and dirty, but she seemed alright perhaps a bit shocked but alright.The tingle subsided and I screamed as feeling came back into my legs. Teeth marks lined there sides as a grim testament to my near loss. “That son of a bitch dragon made me regain feeling in my legs.” I best get moving, he won’t be nursing his eye long, although perhaps I damaged his brain and that is why he.