<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BF00"> Samuel Richard Johnson</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BF00"> Sergeant Johnson; Sammy</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/h_zps63095123.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Sam had not meant to lie, he had simply been joking around. But it seemed Lana considered it one, and if she considered it one he doubted she could change her mind. He slumped some in his seat, feeling as if he was being punished for being truthful like she had asked. There was no sense in him getting angry over it, as he had been the one to have done wrong in this situation, even if he hadn't meant to. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"I am sorry, Lana. I did think it a joke to say that earlier, but I clearly overstepped. I should not have done that,“</span> his apology was sincere and he really did feel bad. He had not thought he had done anything wrong, but the look on Lana's face had proven otherwise.</div>