Elena had reluctantly realized that she couldn't not tell Tseng, on the off-chance that the still-unnamed-child was really his. So she had dashed off a short text message: island amusing self again. thought you should know. and had attached a picture. That should tell him all he needed to know, shouldn't it ( Read more... )

Elena was having a fabulous weekend. Prom. Getting ready for prom. Leaving prom, with that guy she called Hot Nips sometimes. Had she called him Hot Nips last night? She should have. And then coming back to her room, solo, for a good night's sleep. (Okay, she wasn't much of a cuddler ( Read more... )