He
d
id
as he
was
t
o
l
d
.
“
N
o
w
st
a
y
r
ight th
ere
.
I
have
a
b
ig
p
o
t
o
n the
st
o
ve
a
nd
that
s
h
o
u
ld
wa
r
m
it
r
ight
u
p.”
She
r
an
o
u
t, hair
fly
i
ng.
T
h
o
se
j
e
ans
w
er
e
at
r
o
ci
o
u
s
bu
t
s
o
m
e
h
o
w
s
he
ma
d
e
th
e
m w
o
r
k.
T
he
r
agg
e
d
sw
e
atshi
r
t and
l
e
av
e
s in h
e
r
h
air
all
w
o
r
k
ed
.
“Wild
L
iv.
Br
ave
L
iv.
St
r
o
ng,
u
naf
r
ai
d
,
r
agi
n
g
L
iv,”
he
m
u
m
b
l
e
d
to
h
i
ms
e
lf
l
i
ke
a p
r
ay
er
.
G
a
rre
tt
p
u
t
his
h
e
ad
b
ack
agai
n
st
the c
o
o
l
p
o
r
c
e
lain.
A t
re
e
s
mack
e
d
the
b
ath
r
oo
m
win
d
o
w
o
v
e
r
and
o
v
e
r again.
H
o
w
l
o
n
g
since
s
o
m
e
o
ne had liv
e
d
h
er
e
to
t
r
im it?
A
f
e
w
y
e
a
r
s?
T
he
h
o
u
se
was
st
ee
p
e
d
in
b
ad
f
ee
lings
and
w
o
r
se
e
n
er
gy.
Bu
t
it
was
o
ld
e
m
o
ti
o
n,
n
o
t
the
f
o
r
m
e
r
o
wn
er
s
’
.
I
t
had to
b
e
L
iv
’
s
fam
i
ly
w
h
o
h
ad
l
e
ft
the
de
sp
e
r
ate
sc
e
nt
o
f a
n
g
e
r
o
n the
h
o
u
s
e
.
“H
er
e
we
g
o
.
I’
ll
p
o
u
r
it
d
o
wn
h
er
e
s
o
I
do
n
’
t
bur
n
y
o
u
.”
T
he p
o
t
st
e
am
ed
,
t
ur
ning h
e
r
a
l
re
a
d
y
r
o
s
y
ch
ee
ks
red
d
er
.
She
ca
u
ght
h
i
m
l
oo
k
i
ng
a
nd
p
u
t
h
e
r
h
e
ad
d
o
wn like
s
he was shy.
Be
ca
u
se
dee
p
d
o
wn
s
he
re
ally was still.
O
nly
with h
i
m, she
s
ee
m
e
d
a
b
it
m
o
r
e c
o
m
f
o
r
ta
b
le
in h
e
r
skin.
G
a
rre
tt
had
n
e
v
e
r
f
e
lt
m
o
r
e
g
r
at
e
f
u
l
be
f
o
re
,
th
a
n to
re
alize
that.
T
he
h
o
t
wa
te
r
s
l
ipp
e
d
a
r
o
u
nd
his
f
ee
t,
m
i
ngl
e
d
with
the
t
e
pid
wa
ter
.
“
N
o
w,
wh
e
n
my
m
o
th
e
r
wasn
’
t
dru
nk
sh
e’
d
t
h
ink
t
o
d
o
this wh
e
n
we
h
e
at
e
d
u
p
the
t
u
b
wa
te
r
f
r
o
m the
h
o
t
fa
u
c
e
t.”
She
d
ipp
e
d
h
e
r
hand
i
n
and swi
r
l
e
d
it
l
ike
s
o
me
pink
m
agical
sta
r
fish. She
f
a
nn
e
d
h
e
r
hand
s
o
that
the
h
o
t
wa
te
r
m
ig
r
at
e
d
a
ll
a
r
o
u
nd
h
i
s
aching
m
u
scl
e
s, slipping and
d
a
r
ting into
the
n
o
o
ks
o
f the
b
acks
o
f his kn
ee
s, a
r
o
u
nd
h
i
s ankl
e
s,
o
v
e
r
h
is hips.
S
he
bru
sh
e
d
the
h
o
t
wa
te
r
a
r
o
u
nd
him, h
e
r
f
ing
er
s
skimm
i
ng
h
is
s
kin
h
er
e
and th
ere
.
Wh
e
n h
e
r
pi
n
ky t
o
u
ch
e
d
his
c
o
ck, his
b
o
d
y
re
sp
o
n
de
d
with an al
m
o
st vi
o
l
e
nt n
eed
.
He
g
r
a
bbe
d
h
e
r
w
r
ist,
ha
rd
,
and
she
j
u
mp
ed
.
H
e’
d
sca
re
d
h
e
r
bu
t
n
o
t in
a
b
ad
way. H
e
r
s
h
o
u
l
der
s
w
e
nt
b
ack,
br
o
w
sm
o
o
th
ed
,
e
y
e
s
w
e
nt
d
a
r
k
er
.
S
he
lick
e
d
h
e
r
lips
and t
r
i
e
d
t
o
p
u
ll
aw
a
y
bu
t
he
h
e
ld
h
e
r
fast. W
o
u
ld
she
t
ru
st
him?
“
G
a
rre
t
t,
y
o
u’r
e
w
o
u
n
ded
.
D
o
n
’
t
y
o
u think
we s
h
o
u
ld
s
kip
t
h
is
pa
r
tic
u
lar
mati
n
g?”
Bu
t
h
e
r
hand
be
t
r
a
y
e
d
h
e
r
w
o
rd
s
and
s
he
twist
e
d
h
e
r
hand
in
h
is
s
o
that
she
g
r
asp
e
d the
u
n
der
si
d
e
o
f
h
i
s
w
r
ist
with h
e
r
s
m
o
o
th
palm. His p
u
lse
was palpa
b
le
n
o
w.
Tr
app
e
d in
the
cage
o
f
h
e
r palm,
it
s
ee
m
e
d
to
be
at
t
r
iple
in
sp
eed
.
He was
so
re
a
d
y
f
o
r h
er
.
T
he ache
o
f
his
c
o
ck,
the th
u
mping
be
at
o
f
h
is
ache
f
o
r
h
e
r
c
o
mpl
e
t
e
ly
o
u
tw
e
igh
e
d
and
o
v
er
sha
d
o
w
e
d
his
i
nj
ur
y
o
r
h
i
s pain.
“Climb in
h
er
e
with
m
e
,
O
livia.
Y
o
u’r
e
d
i
r
ty
t
o
o
.
Y
o
u have l
e
av
e
s
in
y
o
u
r
h
ai
r
,
aft
e
r all.” He
g
r
inn
e
d
at h
er
,
st
r
o
k
i
ng his f
i
ng
er
s
o
v
e
r
h
e
r
w
r
ist so
that he
f
e
lt
h
e
r
p
u
lse
fl
u
tt
e
r like
a small
bu
tt
er
fly
u
n
de
r
h
e
r
s
kin.
“
Y
o
u
a
r
e
the
b
ig
b
ad
w
o
lf,”
she
s
ai
d
,
dr
o
pping
h
e
r
h
e
ad
and
b
l
u
shing.
Bu
t
n
o
t
be
f
o
r
e
G
a
rre
tt
saw
h
e
r
e
y
e
s
d
ilate
and
h
e
r
t
o
ng
u
e
d
a
r
t
o
u
t
to
w
e
t
h
e
r
lips.
She
slid
o
n h
e
r
kn
ee
s
o
n the
o
ld
b
lack and
w
hite
til
e
,
h
e
r
a
r
o
u
sal s
udde
n
and
r
ich in h
i
s n
o
s
e
.