“Who got at least thirty correct?” he asked.Of the thirty people in class, eight hands went up, including mine.“OK. Who got at least forty corre...t?” he asked.Now, only three hands were up, including mine.“Forty-five?” he asked.Two hands.“Wow. That’s impressive. I’ve never had two people get forty-five. Tell me your names and your totals.”I looked at the female student in the back row, and nodded. She smiled.“Staci Hammond, and I got forty-six.”Staci was average looking and slightly overweight.. She loosened up a bit as she talked about the case. The sun was streaming through the windows behind him and she could barely see Edward, just his outline. Before too long she felt completely comfortable and barely acknowledged that he was looking at her. She leaned forward as she talked revealing deeper shots of cleavage down her jacket. As they continued to discuss the details she completely allowed her mind to forget her predicament. She felt comfortable with Edward, like a daughter feels. The slime had gone through the same way it had reversed through her digestive tract, a thin trickle through a tight opening, forming back into the larger tentacles on the other side, with a mere thread of black ooze maintaining an active connection to the pool. Her body was no longer hers, its utter violation complete. Her last sacred place was now a playground for the vile goo. She let loose a tortured scream, louder and longer than any so far. A scream that echoed from the very depths of her. ’ ‘Then Jess it is Jess,’ he smiled. ‘Midwest?’ ‘Yes Chicago actually.’ ‘What do you do?’ ‘Nick is an attorney in our Chicago office,’ said Billie. ‘He’s here to relax, not to answer unnecessary questions.’ ‘I’ll get drinks. A beer for you Nick?’ ‘Please I’ll help carry.’ ‘There’s no need Nick, Jess can managed,’ Billie said but he replied that he’d help. He followed Jess to the kitchen and she hit a button to wake up the computer. The visitor looked at the desktop background image and said,.