bbitmaster

A man and a woman lounge by their favorite fountain in the park, looking out to its denizens with smiles on their faces. To all the rest of the world, it looks like they are playing some sort of word game, but the truth Is a little more magical. "Pan." "Nail." "Lightbulb." "Bathtub." "Bust." "Teddy." "Damn, pass. I wanted her, too." The man, Thomas Westling, sticks out his tongue at his partner in crime, Ramona Hardy. She responds by sending a smug grin his way. Then she lifts a hand towards the jogger they'd sighted. Immediately, the woman's run slows to a staggered halt. Sweat beads on her face as she begins to feel singularly uncomfortable