Torrance: I don't think I would enjoy that. What about you? *folds arms standing facing him at an angel where my hip is swayed to the side*
Torrance: DON'T, come near me. *keeps walking until I reach the border then I do a sharp turn And I follow it to the house*
Torrance: *stumbles but catches my balance by throwing an arm around your neck* what the hell? *pushes you away standing back up* I'm not going to he a rag doll for you,
Kitsue: John... Your a great great guy. And i really like you. But I am WAY to young to get married. I'm so sorry