my parents finally gave up on me on this issue and stopped asking or telling me to go with them . he was huffing and puffing , his nose bleeding freely from both nostrils . marissas grin told him they both remembered that first mistletoe kiss in santas cart at the zoo . no , i his grip on my upper arms tightened , his lips lifting into a snarl . much obliged ma'am , he said , extending his hand . `` did you meet any girls down there ? '' 