She set aside her life destroying, overwhelming misery for a few seconds — it’d still be there when she came back to it — and focused on the ins...nity Black Blood just dumped on her.“Sounds like she didn’t succeed.” The only spirit she’d ever really dealt with was Black Blood, but from what she knew, the other side was filled with all sorts of random crap personified. Letting people come and go, and letting spirits come and go between the wall that separated the physical reality she knew, and an. There seemed to be a supply of milk, so we agreed that she should take some mugs and buy herself a kettle, if one wasn't supplied. Mum promised to make her a fruit cake to take with her as emergency rations.I told them how much I valued the independence of living in a house, with the ability to work late in the library and still have some supper when I got home, and of course the freedom to make a cup of tea and a slice of toast at any time of day or night. But of course that wasn't really an. Her increasingly aggressive flirtation wasn’t the unnerving part - his sexual dreams about her were.In a way, he couldn’t blame himself. He was thirty-five, two years divorced, and a month outside his last sexual relationship. Having a stunning seventeen-year-old making a play for him was certain to stir things up. He still kicked himself for secretly lusting after her, though.Thankfully, there was no note on the windshield this time. The mantra from earlier returned as he drove home. In a few. ”“You can’t be serious, Uncle Al.”“Well, I am!”“I just found out my first love was murdered. You’re too much.”“I’m sorry.”“I’m gonna get another drink. Want some more?”“Sure!”Brittney went to refill the glasses. When she sat back down, Al was rubbing his crotch.They drank.“I would spoil you, baby girl,” Al confessed.“Spoil me how?”“You know take care of you,” intimated the rugged, burly older man.“Seriously? Like what?”“Pay your rent. Buy you gifts. Take you out.”“And what would I have to.