Now in my younger days, when I used to sport a shed, I would go to school, carry lunch in a bag, with the apple for my teacher, cause I knew I'd get a kiss. Always got mad when the class was dismissed, but when it was in session, I always had a question, I would raise my hand and make a stand up to my desk, and help me with my problem. Oh, it was never much, just a trick to smell a scent, or sneak a touch, oh how I wish I could run and give her a hug. Hey, but for real though, Scarlet, like, like you're so-