I study him before smiling and taking off my bra and stuff, getting in the water as I hum, biting my lip and closing my eyes and letting the water hit my skin.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The grand in the hotel rings with broken tunes; the guests frown; the concierge winces. But the blue-hatted boy is happy and braver than they. — TheMythMaster