"Fun?" Allison gasped, "Fun? You must be kidding. Arya I, Allison icky Scott, smacked you with an old soccer ball. Or football, whatevs!" Crawling towards Sabel once more she cushioned her head with his stomach and sighed. He was so warm and his tummy screamed of cuddles, so moving slightly as to be perpendicular to him Allison shifted her head on his stomach. "That class was awful. I'm sure Professor Lawson knows what he is talking about, but I was so bored. I dun care sasquatch about soccer," Allison delivered the word with disgust. "So were you Arya, don't lie! I saw you. If it hadn't been for my gum you would have fallen asleep!" |