‘We have arranged for a special guest to join us as well. All that is left is that everyone purchases their outfits and show up.’ He said as he ra... his slender fingers ran though his immaculate black hair. His eyes searched over the file in the beige folder he pulled from the briefcase.’One more thing though, Cain,’ His voice broke in a fearful tone.’We do not know about the current situation with Amihad. We’ve contacted his people, no word yet on the peace deal.’ He loosened the tie that. "Sorry, Frank, I didn't see that coming" Katherine said when she came back in."No problem, it just makes the decision easier, especially as she did seem a possible candidate" Frank replied, adding "why don't we go and eat or do you have a few things to do first?" Well I better check in with the office, but I'll join you in 15 minutes, if that's OK" she said.While he was waiting for Katherine to join him for lunch, Frank reviewed the interviews so far, trying to rate them. The more he thought. They had been the inspiration he had needed to leash his affliction. When they had had met (well, he had met Mary first) at Harvard, It had been unchained and a daily presence in his life. Meeting the Abernathy sisters, those brilliant, funny, and beautiful women, had made him decide it was time to check himself before he irrevocably wrecked himself. And everyone else, too. He had gone to every meeting possible, sat with a half dozen psychiatrists and even a few hypnotists, ironic as it might. Hoping, in my egotistical mind that she dreams of me. Sorting through my own thoughts of the night, I smile as my dreams of her come to mind. Dreams of my perfect love for Kim. I just wish I could be as perfect as she thinks I am. Sitting in the bed, I move the warm covers over her body. To me, Kim is perfect. I just wonder what she see’s in me. I run my hand through my hair and pray she never leaves. But while Kim sleeps, I love to sit here, watching her. The moon, in it’s early morning.