He sat down and put on his boots."We'll take the truck."He moved quickly, smoothly and calmly. I felt my body start to relax. He grabbed a strange bag...that looked almost like a small duffel bag and we headed down the stairs. In mere moments were at my front door. I jogged up the stairs and found Cleo in the shower still, Dean holding her up and washing her hair."Chin up, we don't want soap in the eyes now do we?" Dean was holding up Cleo's chin with one finger and his arm was holding her body. "If there is pain, I will heal it." No pain, no hurt," Travis assured her. "Your reaction to last night really threw me for a loop, and I don't want start anything that we might regret."That was a half-truth. He was suddenly, irrationally terrified. He stared at her as if she was succubus of old, preparing to suck the very soul out of his body. He couldn't help it; she had planted the fear in his mind last night as the lake. Two nights of the supernatural, of sex and power beyond what he had. Every combination of people and positions I'd ever imagined, and quite a few that I never had.I could just hear Eugenie's voice, “Tell them to leave you alone and then you can learn to pick and choose memories.”“Leave me alone!” I shouted, and suddenly there was peace in my head again.“Right, third wish, please.”I realised then that I should have wished for money, or perfect eyesight, or my grandmother's health, or many other things. Although they were probably all against the terms anyway. . “What are you still doing here?” Kim slurred. She was obviously drunk.“You’re at my place,” I replied. She leaned back to look and nearly fell over. I caught her by the arm. “Okay, can I come in?” she asked.“Sure, I’ll escort you back to your house,” I said. Kim walked over and sat on my couch. She lay back, giving a good look at what she was wearing. A tight tank top and blue jeans cut-offs. “Can you get me a glass of water?” she asked. I returned from the kitchen with a glass.“Do you meet any.