She laughed again, unfazed by my gormless face and dull wit and I felt myself redden with the embarrassment of appearing so thick yet again. ‘When d... you leave?’ Josephine asked abruptly serious. ‘Day after tomorrow,’ I replied as her reminder swept the alcohol induced cheerfulness away. Josephine must have read something in my face because akin with my own feeling of foreboding I saw her smiling face darken. The corners of her oh-so-kissable mouth dipped and some of the earlier mischievous. " I'm not joking. What if I was his next target? Wouldn't you be…" I don't want to ever think about that in a million years," Oliver replied sadly. "Why would you even bring that up?"Thea could sense the hurt and sadness in him, so she moved towards the other end of the couch and gave him a hug."I'm sorry, Ollie. I just wanted to present a possible argument." Well," he said as he stroked her hair, "I don't want you to make me think about such things again." Agreed," she said as she detached. Tiffany was not sure what to write back or if she should ever write him again. It took her a week to respond and when she did she held nothing back about herself. Tiffany told him how boring her life had become and how desperate she was for some excitement. BigMan's next e-mail was the most graphic he had ever sent. With every word she became more aroused until the point she could not stop herself from masturbating. At the end of the e-mail she saw that BigMan had attached a link to the. I believe the term is ‘guest’. I am a guest on your planet.”I shrugged, trying to hide my fear behind false bravado as I said, “You seem to an uninvited guest.”“Maybe. But I believe I won’t be a guest much longer. After all, this is to be my home pretty soon.”I acted puzzled as I asked, “What do you mean?”She started moving towards me as she said, “Sol Syntrivon has promised me this planet once we conquer it, of course.”“You work for the necromancer then?”Her look became frosty in reply to my.