was a rock？n？roll poet； a sex god！ Forget Rilke； he was Jim Morrison！ He dragged
Mystery off the floor and dove at her mouth in a hard and hungry rock…god kiss。
Vanessa kept filming； hot tears streaming down her pale cheeks。 She couldn？t stop； and she
wasn？t doing it to torture herself。 She was doing it for the sake of her art。
Onstage； Dan unbuttoned his shirt and Mystery licked his chest。
？Oh； Daddy；？ she whispered huskily。
Oh；brother 。
diva makes her entrance
？Wele； everyone；？ Jackie Davis greeted Breakaway？s Friday afternoon teen therapy
group。 ？I？m so pleased to wele back our old friend Georgina Spark。？ She tapped her pencil
against her clipboard。 ？We？re also expecting a new friend today。 But while we？re waiting for her
I？d like to recognize two members of the group for their courage and for demonstrating what I like
to calllife…building for the rest of us。？ She beamed an encouraging smile at Nate。 ？Nate； would
you like to tell us about what happened last Friday now that Georgie is back？？
Nate tipped his chair back and then righted it again。 Across the circle from him Georgie was
sitting with her legs crossed； wearing orange satin short shorts and orange leather sandals； which
was kind of a strange choice for the middle of February； but it wasn？t like she went outside very
much these days。 Her luxurious dark hair clung to her Snow White face as she looked up at him
with a coy smile on her dark red lips。
Nate rubbed his hands against his olive green Ralph Lauren cords。 God； he wished he could kiss
her。 The other members of the group were waiting eagerly。 They knew some serious shit had gone
down but they still hadn？t hear