Bethany walked past the flowing fountain, and breathed in deeply. The scented blossoms lifted her soul; she almost forgot that she had come here to wo...k. Her lazy eyes ran along the borders - she could see nothing to be done - all was perfection. A light tap on her shoulder caused her to visibly jump. She spun and looked straight into Mr. Groome's friendly eyes."Sorry m'dear you'd drifted off, hadn't you - I do some times - breathtaking isn't it?" It's better than I remember it, Mr. Groome - I. How about you?Susan: Looking forward to my lab hour and seeing DaRon.Paul: DaRon, he's the 17 year old who you're hoping will be your next boytoy?Susan: yep. Cute as shit. Classic tall, dark and handsome. A nerdy egg head high school student who is permitted to take college classes cause he's so smart. Do you remember me telling you about him?Paul: oh yes. Walked you to your car after your last two class. And you two were making out a little.Susan: you got it handsome. You know my weakness for. A full height storage unit took up one side of the hall between the lounge room and the kitchen. It was where he kept his CDs and videos and all the other functionally untidy things. On its floor were stacked the dailies and weeklies that formed stalagmites in my own living room. I never saw him read them.I shouldn't poke about, I knew. It was more than bad manners. The urge, though, was too strong. I might discover, folded up and sealed with a handful of mothballs and left on an upper shelf,. ‘Fine. We’ll have someone contact them. In the meantime, the good news is that you seem to be fine as far as memory goes. I’m sure your head doesn’t feel good thanks to the banging it got and the pain suppressant we’ve been feeding you. We’ll start to wean you off that as soon as we can.’ ‘Okay. Thanks.’ That was it. I was slipping away again. Too much work to stay awake. I woke in the middle of the night. The room was dark, but I could make out shapes from the light coming through the venetian.