There Was A Look Of Woe On

Adrian Suddenly Glanced Up At Me. Our Gazes Locked, And I Felt Like He Could Read My Mind. How Often Did He Think About That Kiss? And If He Really Was Crazy About Me, Did He Imagine More Than Just Kissing? Did He Fantasize About Me? What Kinds Of Things Did He Think About? His Lips On My Neck? His Hand On My Leg? And Was That Leg Bare . . . ?

It Is Terrifying,” Said Adrian. “and Weird, For Lack Of A Better Word. And Part Of You Knows… Well, Part Of You Knows Something’s Not Right. That Your Thinking’s Not Right. But What Do You About That? All We Can Go On Is What We Think, How We See The World. If You Can’t Trust Your Own Mind, What Can You Trust? What Other People Tell You?

My Mom Beat Me Up," I Informed My Reflection. It Looked Back Sympathetically.

Since When Do We Even Play Games?” “since When Don’t We Play Games? Games Of Life, Games Of Death. Games Of Love, Of Hope, Of Chance, Of Despair, And Of All The Myriad Wonders In Between.” I Rolled My Eyes At The Newcomer. “hello, Carter.

Dierdre The Counselor Must Not Have Had Much Of A Life, Because She Scheduled Our Next Appointment On A Sunday. I Wasn't So Thrilled About It, Seeing As It Wasn't Just My Day Off-it Was Also The Day My Friends Had Off. Orders Were Orders, However, So I Grudgingly Showed Up.