She was held back a year in kindergarten, something about needing further observation because of advanced… ‘tendencies’ they said. She was too s...art for the first 4 grades of education, so they held her back was their reason. Does it make sense? Hell no, but that’s what they did. So, as a junior in highschool, she was 18 years old and a prodigy of intelligence. Kinda odd, since the rest of the 18 year old in that school had their ambitions on humping the cheerleaders or being humped by the. Yoled, still sleeping as though he were dead, but not dead. Impossible to rouse. Miss Belamy had been there last time, working her healing magic to no avail. Mind problems were so much harder to fix, if they could be fixed at all. ‘Wake up,’ Eldrian whispered to the boy’s silent and sunken face. They could give Yoled water. Dripped carefully and directly down his throat over several minutes. Food remained an impossibility and the days were seeing him waste away. Another week, Miss Belamy had. The wording of the first three came back quickly. The tone and wording of notes four through eight, as yet unknown to me except for the signatures, were more sobering. Note four was pretty much the same as the first three, I guess my SA didn’t think I was serious about not reading and replying to them. The tone of note five was bewilderment and had a plea to write. The bewildered tone was much more pronounced in note six, and there was more pleading for me to write to her. All of note seven’s. Ray and Roslyn asked if they could join us. Roslyn and I both decided to glam up and wear something sexy. It was a warm afternoon and night and no-one else would know us. John offered to drive the Mercedes.The bar was good and the band excellent: pulsating music with a real beat. I wore a white raw silk blouse and short red skirt, perfect for dancing and my favorite, sexy perfume. Roslyn wore a powder blue blouse with black skirt. Both of us had made effort to be glamorous with our makeup as.