We had 5 minutes til the movie was over, and watched the ending. My mom was right on time and we had the 5 minutes to straighten our clothing before d...opping him off at his house. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Another 2 weeks passed, and I still hadn't seen Trevor, and I was going camping tomorrow morning. Now I wouldn't see him for at least 10 more days. I was so bummed. I went to sleep and woke. About a week later, I came home to the apartment and found the shades were all drawn, so the room was dark, but about a dozen candles were lit, giving a soft glow to the room. Marilyn liked scented candles, but I could live without them. The smell is too powerful for me. I decided to hold my complaints. I wasn’t entirely sure what Marilyn had in mind, but I was really starting to think I was going to enjoy it. Occasionally, especially during the support cycle, when I got home at a normal time,. After that, it would merely be a matter of constructing a believable story for the aftermath of the situation. I would of course subdue the attacker so that he could do you no further harm. Also, I’d alter his memories to make him believe that he couldn’t stab you squarely, with his knife getting caught on your jacket, or something like that. This would fall under the powers of anonymity and privacy, preventing suspicion from being raised by you surviving a fatal stabbing.”Slowing time?. “Yes, I'm OK” I stammered softly back. “What are you doing here this evening?” he asked. I didn't really know what to say, and just shrugged my shoulders. He spoke again, “You know what goes on here, don’t you ?”, I nodded a yes in return to his question. “I'm guessing you aren't all you appear to be, am I right ?” he said. Once again I just nodded in the affirmative. “Well, well, this could be both our lucky nights” he said with a cheeky smile. I felt myself blush uncontrollably. We chatted.