Filled with crystal balls, tea leaves that were said to be ideal for interpreting the future and a wide variety of other overpriced items that in my o...inion were nothing more than a total and utter waste of money.The fortune teller was exactly as I pictured her. At least for the most part. The clothes she wore seemed to belong to a gypsy and the way her makeup had been applied gave her an almost comical appearance. Everything about her was exactly as I had pictured. Well, almost everything.. His thumb strokes her bottom lip. There is nothing tender about the naked flame in his eyes. Everything she needs to know is written in those smouldering depths. “ ...” Rose can't face the thought of him conjuring up clichés, stolen from midday movies or struggling to find words. “Shhh.” Rose extracts herself. She steps out of his arms, trembling and wanders around the little room. It is such a strange place, saturated in style and seclusion. Rose walks to the bar. She glances nervously. If this bothered her she didn't give any notice.Finally she turned to me with her eyes down respectfully and motioned meto the bed.It was go-time.I dropped my own robe off my shoulders and onto a chair then slid onto thebed face down. Almost immediately she went to work spreading heating oilsand kneading my back muscles. A wave of relaxation spread outward from herhands. I sighed contentedly and felt a little drowsy...then realized thatthat was probably the drug activating...right on cue.I had. None failed her in that regard, though her request may have had little to do with it.The next day was a short return to normalcy.Raz took the day completely off. It was another heavy rain day, and he spent most of it in Tika's hot pool, reading science and technical magazines whose content had nothing to do with anything he was working on. He did have a few moments of extreme stress when he dropped his screen into the pool, and he grabbed it from the water and hurriedly dried it with a handy.