Mag-log inMaverick has his toned body pressed against mine. He brings his hand to cup my face, and it's like a switch turned on in my head, and I realized what I was doing. I swat his hand away and shove him off me. "What the hell!" I hiss standing and gripping my towel. "I'm sorry," He says, looking hurt. I turn to go back to the bathroom. Putting my clothes on and brushing my teeth.
I Straddle the stranger throwing punches. "You let that killer get away, and now he has killed again," I hiss, throwing a punch towards his face, but he catches it with his hand. "STOP!" He shouts, shoving me off him."You have 5 seconds to tell me how you
(words in Prentiss is the translation)It's 1922 in Aalst, Belgium. I just turned eighteen only days ago, and I am enjoying the freedoms of being an adult. After having a night with my friends, I walk home in the fresh night air as I turn onto the street to my f