Credit Darlene with realizing there was a disconnect here. "I don't know," she replied to his question."It's not an easy subject, even for humans," Sa...uel said, almost as if talking to himself."Can you give me an example?" Darlene asked. She had often learned much better from actual examples, than from the dictionary definitions someone had so unhelpfully included in her databases.Thinking for a moment, Samuel suddenly recited:Enigmatic smile, Your secret lost to time, What were you. For individual embassy representative. I'm just curious what is it that they want," Elaine said.The secretary stared like a little girl towards Elaine."You may go now," Elaine told her secretary."Yes Miss Griffin," the secretary responded.The secretary closed the office door behind her.Miss Griffin smiled. She had some idea why. She worked on her PC and went online. Being the Head of the NHS, she had underlings who did all kinds of research work for her and they were the ones who gave the. 'Do I have to keep repeatingmyself?' She said, irritated. 'All the way, baby. What if your skirtflips up or something huh?'I nodded wearily. 'Ok, then get a move on,' Natalie said. 'Get dressedsharpish and then come out for your make-up. And promise not to lookbefore the end. ok?''Ok, ok,' I muttered.'Good girl,' she said, 'Oh and Sammy?' I looked up. 'They're panties,dear, not knickers! Ta ta!' I stuck my tongue out at her as she closedthe door.I lay down on the bed and sighed. I slowly raised. “So your nightmare actually had a mare in it?” He chuckled twice, “Sorry”But Angela didn’t mind that brought a smile to her face. “Well yeah, I guess it did. Though that’s even weirder, isn’t it?”“A bit maybe, I actually looked it up once when I thought ‘what did horses have to do with bad dreams?’ The ‘mare’ in ‘nightmare’ comes from the old word ‘mara’ which was a demon that fucked up people’s dreams. Actually it’s the class that Incubi and Succubae are in. So if you find yourself knocked up.