If you don't want me to see, I guess, don't sleep in the same room as me." He looks at her with a sly smile. "But I'm known for sleeping in school. It's my shtick.

A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.

And then they kiss. Slowly, gently. Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.

So, what are you doing tonight?" Me?" Janie laughs. "Homework, of course." You want company?" Carrie's looking wistful. Do you have homework to do?" Of course. WEther I do it or not is the real question.

Hippie said he couldn't stay. Be back tomorrow -Love,Mom

He moves like a dancer.

They linger near the back door, forehead to forehead and curved like statues as their lips whisper and brush together.