“I will do your laundry for you?” “No thank you Gemma. I don’t get that much laundry living on my own.” After a few more seconds the look ...n her face changed. “I’ve got it. I know something you will love,” she said. “I know you collect old coins and my Dad gave me this really old one. You can have it if you don’t tell.” I looked straight at her intrigued with what she might have. “Where is it?” I asked. “It’s in my room. I’ll go get it,” she finished off as she turned and ran. After. She was a graying widow in her late forties who was usually pleasant enough to deal with, except when it came to matters of money. Money, as in overdue rent."Sorry, but I can't talk now. I'll be late for work -- " You might as well sit down, young man. A job won't do you much good if you're not paying the rent. I'm sorry, but matters have gotten to the point that... " But, I can't -- " You can't pay. You don't have the money. You had a little bad luck and you need more time. How many times have. There was no turning back, now! I HAD to meet her and see if this was real! And now we were deep into our third month. I finally brought up the possibility of her visiting me in Orlando. She admitted that she and her friends sometimes talked about visiting America, and Disney World was at the top of their list to visit. I told her that I lived less than thirty miles from Disney World and that, if she ever came to visit me, I would take her to Disney World. We talked several times that week. ###############################Sylvanas Smiled through her Hood, her full blue lips curving to show her delight at being back in the Broken Isles. The first time she had been here, it had been raining Green Fel flames and her arrows had been shooting down Fel demons left, right and center. One of their Demon leaders skins currently lined the floor of her airship as a pelt, Sylvanas taking great pleasure in skinning the Bastard alive when he talked of raping the "Banshee slut" as he called.