" Possibly," said Monte Cristo, "I have indeed thought of you, but the magnetic wire I was guiding acted, indeed, without my knowledge." Indeed? Pray ...ell me how it happened?" Willingly. M. Danglars dined with me." I know it; to avoid meeting him, my mother and I left town." But he met here M. Andrea Cavalcanti." Your Italian prince?" Not so fast; M. Andrea only calls himself count." Calls himself, do you say?" Yes, calls himself." Is he not a count?" What can I know of him? He calls himself. Surely she must be joking. Still a bit groggy, I suddenly recalled what had transpired earlier that evening."Where is he?" I alarmedly asked."Bill's gone home. I need to be alone. You can sleep downstairs on the couch. Get moving!" Now wait a second--I have some rights here too, don't I?"Laura gave me a condescending look. "Listen here, husband-boy--things have changed, and you can now deal with change number one." I won't leave my own bed," I said defiantly."Yes you will," responded. As I walked tothe booth I could feel a pair of eyes glued to my ass. Removing thefake novelty eyes from the rear of my skirt I vowed to remind Darleenthat her practical jokes needed to cease forthwith. Sitting down I took out the picture of Lizzie Swallows and scanned thegloomy bar looking for any sign of her and Mr Fellatrix.I saw her sitting in a booth across from where I was sitting. You couldtell she was a cheap slut by the way she dressed; she wore a red micro-miniskirt and matching red. ..Actually, maybe it was about an equal measure of relaxation andinvigoration.....In fact, come to think of it, she felt full of energy. More than wouldbe expected from a simple massage. She felt great! Something was stirringwithin her, and she was enjoying it.All her senses seemed a little heightened. She could feel the air on thebare skin of her legs and back but, despite wearing nothing more than hercute little bikini, she didn't feel cold at all. No, she felt strangelywarm, as if a little.