He was obnoxiously rich, coming from a long and distinguished background of European royalty. The house he owned certainly didn’t feel like a house....It was large and spacious like a famed chateau of France. His garage was reminiscent of a parking garage that held everything from sports cars, antique cars, and limousines. He was a man that seemingly had everything. But Roland Norton didn’t have everything. Some things could not be bought with money and favors. Time was something he didn’t have.. "Thank you for your admirin' stares. They are welcome to my thirsty soul." She stared up into my face and smiled, not a sluttish leer as you might expect from someone dressed as she was, it was a friendly kind of smile, such as one that which would be bestowed on a dear friend or even a long time lover.Then, with no coquetry at all she said, "I must go now. Meet me back here at sundown, unless bein' in th' presence of th' dead bothers you?" Oh, not at all." I assured her. "I haven't much money,. She didn't have to wait long. She heard some rustlings of activity from inside, and she gripped her wheels firmly. "Who is it?" she heard her say inside, and Annie just waited, breathing heavily with nervousness.Snow Angel opened the door cautiously and hovered before her, wearing not much more than a long T-shirt ("Mile High Club Frequent Flyer") and a concerned expression. She could see the anguish and pain on Annie's face immediately. "Sunshine? What's wrong?" Please," she managed, her voice. " Before she could finish her name the mystery man held his finger to her lips, his touch sending a shiver down her spine." No names!" he said before adding " Names just seem to get in the way of the connection" Smiling he grabbed Stacy's hand and held it tight just staring into her eyes.They both sat like this, holding each others hands losing themselves in the others eyes. To Stacy it seemed like an eternity before either of them spoke. Stacy found herself speaking, though the words did not.