We went to the local clothing store. And started looking through the racks for clothes that could be easily modified for my ideas to work . The first ...hop we went to. I had the clerk fix her up with a garter belt and stockings. then told her to get 2 sets. And wear 1 set for the rest of our shopping trip. Next we went to a dress shop and found a black dress made from a stretch material with a plunging neckline. And I had her get it 2 sizes to small. And to try it on with nothing but the garter. She’s gone.” But she couldn’t hide the concern in her eyes.Then there was the incident with the locket. We’d gone out to dinner and, sitting at a table, Eleanor suddenly reached across and touched it. The problem was that I had no recollection of having put it on. She opened it and there was a hank of black hair curled neatly inside it.I’d also had a couple of dreams about her but they were milder, less terrifying. In one she had whispered her mantra, “Mystery, different, fear.” Her lips had. "I groaned as I pulled away from him. Paul was definitely a regular. In the few weeks I had been in California, I had fucked him close to ten times. There wasn't a whole lot to do to get "ready" for him. I took a small plastic bag out of my pocket and emptied the remaining contents onto the coffee table. The white powder fell into a small pile onto the dark wood. I took a piece of card and out of my back pocket and began racking the white powder into two lines. Max slid off the couch and joined. ”“Yeah, cutie. I’m a Marine, not a soldier.”“My bad. But, you think I’m cute?”“Yes. Yes, I do.”“Thanks,” Aric blushed. “I think you’re cute too.”Mitch chuckled, “I don’t think anyone has ever referred to me as cute.”“Well...Maybe I should say handsome. You know in a mature, daddy kind of a way.”“So, I look good for an old man?”“That’s not what I mean. You look good period.”“Thanks! You need some more juice?”“Sure.”They sat in the diner talking until just before 6:00 a.m. When Mitch finally said.