The dreams were coming more frequent more vivid. After so many years instead of fading, her image became ever stronger to him. Like a painting that yo... see every day, her face her body now seemed to be etched into his very being! He laid back in the bed, wet and cold from his sweat. He recalled to his memory the night so many years past. Way to much to drink, trying to keep his footing, talking to himself as he made his way home. He had tried to remember what caught his attention first, was it. And normally, the slights and attacks on his father would have made the young boy angry, but Cameron was too afraid now to feel anything but hopeful for his life. “Lord Remington is wise and speaks the truth.” King Edwin noted. “The boy is still young, and throwing his life away would be a waste. Tell me boy, how old are you?”Cameron let his gaze fall to the ground. “Thirteen years, your highness.” His birthday had come and gone during his days in the dungeon, very surely his worst birthday. Mary winked at her mother, and Jeff smiled sheepishly at her. Julie smiled broadly, and she was relieved that peace had returned to the family.After supper, Julie kept all of the kids away from the master bedroom (that ancient car) as Jeff and Mary went in to bed. Jeff felt that his job was eased because Mary knew by observation all of the little techniques that lovers used on each other, but she did not know how they actually felt. There were so few clothes to remove that there was no delay. She blew out and styled my hair. Platinum streaks glittered amid the gold.When I looked in the mirror, I was stunned. She had chosen cosmetics and a hairstyle which complemented her own, so I resembled Marta's taller, thinner, blonder sister. She nuzzled me conspiratorially."You're a doll.” “I’m a Bratz. I want to be a Barbie like you.”We kissed, taking care not to spoil our makeup.“Someday girls will play with Alexandra dolls.” "I want try my new look on the world.” "Before you can strut your.