*** daisy came back down to earth , like a feather floating on the breeze . like the way she nibbled my lip-that 's definitely not friend stuff . there are supposed to be tunnels leading in and out of the white house . i could ask how much youre willing to pay . this was a female , and there was no honor in striking one . she 'd always had the stars and the moons to keep her company , the sky had been her companion . those black eyes of his were burning with thirst . 