I'll make him want me, then drop him like a hot cookie sheet.***Faye was testing me, Tim thought. She's thinking of Bobbie. He wantedto tear up, but ...didn't. The crying happened less often now. Tim smiled,there she goes again."Hi, Sharon," Tim said, a little nervous using her first name. "Justwanted to drop these off." Oh, hi Tim. Hey. Do you guys do birthday cakes? Ms. Byers has abirthday coming up and we thought that if your cupcakes are that good,then a full size cake should be no. " Fine. So she does this because she thinks it'll be fun. If shethought you two would like each other, why didn't she set you upwith him before?" I dunno. Jim?" Do you believe that?" I dunno." Then, Kenny mistreats you and now you're in love? Why do youthink that is?" What? What are you going to say, that I'm looking for a manlike my father?" I didn't say it. You did." Whatever. That's ridiculous." Is it? You wouldn't be the first abused child to be in anabusive relationship..." My father. “Ugh, now I am you big jerk,” Julie smiled to herself, throwing a pillow down at Cynthia, below her. “What time is it?” Cynthia asked, feeling worn out from the partying the night before. “How the hell am I supposed to know, you just woke me up,” She laughed a bit, also feeling a bit tired still. She jumped off the bunk, heading into the kitchen, to look at the clock. “It is…wow, noon.” Cynthia sat up, her bare feet on the cold floor, “I need a shower,” she said. Cynthia hastily grabbed a. He looked over at them and winced at the state they were in. "Are you sure you don't want to reconsider, mate? I'm normally much cleaner in my habits."I shook my head. "Happens to us all, Dane. You should see some my son's underwear when he brings his laundry home after a term at university. Yours are almost spotless by comparison." At least you're not tempted to sniff his, though," he said with a laugh."I can smell it quite unmistakably without having to sniff it," I chuckled back.I raised.