A young man seemed to be peering through the room's ceiling, looking down upon the still form of Christine. The man's familiar chocolate brown curls a...d earthen-hued eyes proved to Erik that this was, indeed, Christine's beloved Papa; the man who had become her Angel of Music. He licked his bottom lip and found his entire mouth had gone dry as dust."Are you the angel of which Christine spoke?" He rasped. "Are you Christine's Angel of Music?"With a reluctance made apparent by his long exhalation. But she found no reflection when she looked into it. She polished the mirror's surface with the hem of her shift, but an image refused to appear. How strange...One of the red-faced men rang the little bell again, and in came a young woman, dressed exactly like Elena. They were the same height and build, and Elena supposed that their faces must look very much alike too. So she’s to be my looking glass, Elena thought! Is this really what I look like, Elena wondered, touching the servant girl's. Then her lovely tits being covered by her pink tank top. I like that one, because it is tight, and when she isn’t wearing a bra, like now, it shows her small pert breasts off beautifully. There was also a slight shadow of her areola showing and of course her pointy nipples on display.She looked up and saw I was awake, “Come on, get up.”“Why don’t you come back in here,” I suggested, patting the bed.Pat came over to me and kissed me on the forehead, “No, you get up, and make some breakfast, we. " I am, aren't I?" I stepped forward, grabbed her, and pulled her into a long kiss.As we were exchanging spit I saw Mr. Billings drive by, giving us a look that said the middle of the street wasn't the best place to do this.I slipped my arm around her again and we continued on down the street."You didn't mention your mom." I think she knows we do more than just kiss. I don't think she knows how much more."We walked to the end of the street and turned toward the highway."Still depressed?" she.