" It's not in my head. And stop calling me that."Heather had not realized she had been acting any differently, but she was not terribly surprised. She...did not understand the thoughts she had been having lately, even less so than the feelings she had for Melinda. Unfortunately, this new problem was not enough to mask the old. The evening before, seeing Melinda partially nude as she readied for bed and thinking of what she had been doing earlier made Heather feel jealous again.After going to bed,. I killed the priest and took his gold. I tanned my skin darker, took his robes, shaved a tonsure atop my head, and begged passage to Rome. Study there and living expenses were free, and high grades got me into schools in Paris and London. Believed to be a wealthy priest, all doors were open to me. ‘After five years of study, I had the knowledge I wished and yet more gold than with which I had started. Allowing my hair to grow and buying fine clothes, I managed to work out a way to steal this. Just cataloging how dead I used to be was exhausting. If I had a head it would have hurt from the strain of all the deadness I'd experienced.Of course, I would have welcomed the headache, because it would have given me something to touch, to feel, and to prove I existed. When you're dead, there's nothing to grab to prove you exist. You just have to believe that you do, because nothing around you supports that conclusion.You're dead...Actually ... I was dead.Not you ... At least as far as I. Will be missing you baby..will continue our discussion tomorrow.Saying this She hung up the phone. I was In a fix as why she was talking all that , and What is going on in her mind.I reached her home at 8 .I had put on the Giordiano perfume which turns her on. This time she wasn’t wearing her night suit rather she was in a Lingerie. It was a feast to my eyes. I hugged her tight and we headed towards the bedroom. She had already prepared a Badam Shake for me , as she believes it Gives energy.