Future GirlChapter 2
I know what you're thinking. There I was, talking to a girl who had a twenty-five year old body, and a fifteen year old voice, who had just suggested that she was over a hundred years old. You're thinking this girl was a couple of bricks shy of a load ... a joker or two short of a full deck ... that the lights were on, but nobody was home. I know that, because that's what I was thinking. I decided I should humor her. Who knew when these wacko types might go up in flames? "That's nice,"...