Chapter Eight: Language of the Stars and Fire:
    Noodle was asleep in bed when Sky climbed in next to her. He gently tapped her in the back of her shoulder. Noodle opened her eyes and turned to him. Sky was a handsome eighteen-year-old boy and the moonlight shined on his lovely face. “Speak. Let me hear your lovely voice. Speak, dozo.” said he. Then Sky gently ran his fingers through her black stringy. It was obvious that he wanted her more than ever. “The scent of you overwhelms me.” he whispered. The boy embraced the sixteen-year-old in his arms. “You speak the language of the stars.” he said softly. Then he began kissing on her. Noodle was silent. She had never heard anyone talk like that to her in her life. His kisses made her weak. Soon, he was beginning to know her ardently. The night was in a long bliss. The End (For now!)