But right now, I was focused. That session Sunday afternoon was still fresh in my mind. I hadn’t been able to think of anything else all day. I sket...hed all through Art History in the dark. At lunch, I ran to Daniel Smith and picked up five 22 by 30-inch sheets of 140 pound Arches Coldpress watercolor paper. I couldn’t wait to start working on it. During Concepts, I spent the entire class trying out different light sources in my sketches and avoiding eye contact with Ms. Brock.I was even. ”“Like to come on top of me?” That was one of Quentin’s favourite ways of enjoying Melissa. It always had been.“Sure. But I’ve got an idea. Let’s have Julia warm us up a little first. I’m not quite ready.”“Fine... ”Another snap of Melissa’s fingers. “Slave... over here!”Back came the swinging, bouncing breasts. Melissa pushed down the bedclothes, pulled up her thighs and parted them. There was no need to give Julia any further orders. In moments she was on the bed and down between Melissa’s. He examined the envelope intently but the only indication of where it might be from was in the upper right corner where a stamp usually would be. It read "Presorted First Class Mail. US Postage Paid. Service Center."Must be some kind of marketing ploy, thought John. After all, there was always some company trying to sell something to a college student. Then he remembered that the fraternity that he wanted to join used secret initiation rites to accept members. They must have accepted his. You see. Once we Hallites were of many. We lived together in harmony with humans. We would help them and they would help us. You see. We Hallites can't survive without certain energy's provided by humans. Problem is, as human technology advanced, they didn't need the our help. As a result we are now few. Or, one to be exact. You see, I am the last of the Hallites, I saved you, because I decided not to give up hope. Will you help me bring back the Hallites?" Well you did save my life." I thought.