Annette was sitting  on her bed, biting her fingernails. She was trying to decide what to do, if anything, about  A.J. and what he had done. Dammit. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. This was her room and he had no business going through her stuff. Who cares the reason why, it was her stuff!

Chad's offer to hit him was only a passing thought. If Dick ( Read more... )