Four words leapt out at me from the page: ‘We need to talk’. With a wry smile, I realized I’d been sitting in the same spot five years ago when ...he most beautiful girl in my life had uttered the same four words to me, turning my world inside out.How did my tale start? It was downstairs in the same bookstore, five and a half years ago. I had been sitting in a comfy armchair that was tucked away between a pair of bookshelves. I was keeping an eye on Ian as he signed his name in a book. He smiled. I left a message on Peter's phone, then I shut down and plugged in the MP3 player. I did it just to replace the power I was using, as I listening to the music from an album called the greatest movie themes of all time. While I did that I cruised the Internet. It was either that or go out after midnight looking for sex.I could cruise the Net all night and still be perfectly sharp the next morning. I could also go out, drink a dozen drinks, get laid, and that wouldn't effect me the next morning. She continued her one-sided conversation."Ah, yes. My actions today place you in quite a bind. Have they not?"She cast her senses out into the woods that surrounded her and found him. She felt no threat from him. In fact, she felt an odd sense of protectiveness emanating from him. She shook her head almost imperceptibly and she felt waves of sadness and affection, tinged with the smallest amount of fear, sweep through her at the same time."Oh yes, Jacob. So, you saw what I am able to do. Will. It was just near where I worked and I saw here reach into the cupboard take something from the pocket of her coat and hide it in hand before going out to the ladies lavatory. I’d seen her do it before a number of times and couldn’t work out what it was all about. I just knew it was something to do with women, and lavatories! The funny thing was she never brought it back – she would just sort of bustle back, go straight to the wash basin and make a big do of washing hands. I couldn’t figure it.