(Marion with Misty - Walking back)<br/><br/>When Misty's lips touched her forehead Marion felt a weakness weave into her knees, She almost grabbed onto the beautiful girl for balance. Then she felt her phone buzz in her jeans pocket, it vibrated and the feeling sent up her spine like cold centipedes. The feeling made her puffy nipples tighten under the blue sweater.<br/><br/>“Ohh! hang on a sec.. I have a...just...” She stammered fumbling the scratched up cell phone out. Its silver plastic skin looked more like it belonged at a construction site than Marion’s pocket. She flipped it open and slid it under her hair against her ear.<br/><br/>For one brief moment she felt the shock of recognition, the hot brand of fear and guilt, shame and horror, creep in through her ear, nesting in her brain. And then it all made sense. She understood exactly how to feel better. She understood exactly how to make things right and It was a little amazing that she had not seen it all before. She felt a little embarrassed at being lost, being some red riding hood most of this night.<br/><br/>Marion laughed and nodded. “Okay yeah, I'll get it no problem sorry Jenny.” An image of Jenny cane to the red head, her mouth open wide and a high pitched keening sound ripping forth from it as her thin body shook with the pounding strokes from...  She said offering a sheepish look back to Misty.<br/><br/>“Its late. Lets get you back. I sure did have a nice time walking with you though. Maybe we can see each other again, like to study and talk and things.” She still felt awkward but just knowing what to do was so much better.<br/><br/>“Can we swing by and pick up something for my friend? It is on the way back.” She asked pointing to the white van just barely visible on the other side of the long street. The party house was the same way but over the hill and Misty's car would only be a little farther.