"Because when I looked into the mirror, I liked what I saw."That's all it took."For the previous 45 years, I'd looked in the mirror thousands of times... Millions maybe, and I'd never really liked the image looking back at me. I don't know why - I never thought about it for the longest time. I just know that when I looked at that person with the black patchwork quilt skirt, bulky black sweater, amber necklace, honey ginger lipstick and plum eyeshadow in the mirror that I LOVED the person I saw.. Ever since she had come back from Egypt, after she had been found out near the pyramids with heat stroke, her dreams had been haunted by the same image, a man with golden eyes. Her parents had been frantic, and still did not believe her claim she had no memory of how she had gotten so far away from the group, although the doctors said this was not uncommon for heat related trauma.The strange dream had other effects too. Almost reflexively by now, Tammy slid her right hand down past the hem of. Ravenwood college sets you up for life however it last four years at the age of eighteen. A big commitment but certainly worth it. You're already in your third year and have amassed quite the wealth of valuable knowledge which is rather broad and detailed making you one of the more elite members of society, if you believe that elitist crap anyway.You live nearby the campus in an apartment which is shared between three people; one being an obnoxious prick Charlie Black, the other being your best. He had also cuddled in to me more. He was murmuring in his sleep, though his breathing remained steady; I kissed his head and began to stroke his hair again. Then I realised what had brought me round, his arm lay across me and his hand cupped my buttock, my nightie had ridden up, so it was the feel of his hand on my naked flesh that felt different. He stirred at my touch, nuzzling his head further into my cleavage. The shoulder strap of my nightie had slid off, his movement pushed the material.