Jennifer was watching the silver thongs on her flip flops as she picked her way around the edge of a small lake. Her black hair, a worse tangle than usual, obscured her small freckled face as the cool wind blew from the North. Her slight shoulders shivered in the over sized gray Tee shirt as the breeze played over her white white skin.<br/><br/>"I wonder if they will even notice I'm gone," she muttered. "I  lived in that foster home for 8 of my 16 years and no one ever seemed to want me around unless it was time to cook or wash dishes or take care of any new foster kids, usually babies. I have just had it with the whole system. I'm out of there and won't be going back. Nothing could be worse than there.<br/><br/>" Intent on skirting rocks, she started as she saw... Him, that guy over there, just around the bend of the shoreline.<br/><br/>HE was beautiful, all male, as he lounged against the rock, smoking a cigarette.<br/><br/>OMG, she thought, maybe he hadn't seen her. Deciding that if she didn't look at him, she would be invisible, Jennifer tried to shrink into the woods just beyond the shoreline. Just as she thought she was clear, she heard,<br/><br/>"Hey!" in a rich, commanding voice.