About to open her door, she gave a start as the cell phone in her pocket buzzed, letting her know that a call was coming in. Jackson. It had to be. No...one else would be calling this time of night. Slipping her phone out and flipping it open, not to answer but just for the satisfaction of seeing that she was right, Blue sucked in a stingingly cold gasp of air as she noted the number. Not Jackson. The number that had left the texts. The one that had stayed silent when she’d answered. Blue stared. As I walked down the long hallway I passed a small bathroom on the left and a bedroom that had a small twin bed but looked unused.I saw two doors at the end of the hallway and since it was fairly dark down the hallway I didn’t bother trying to read the note as I remembered it was the door on the right. The door was closed and since it swung inward I had no way to diagnose it like the pantry door that showed the problem immediately. So I turned the knob and slowly pushed it inward a bit and. Her face was pretty & she smiled when she looked at me. her eyes were a deep, pleasing green colour - like cats eyes i thought. suddenly a warm presence entered my mind, welcome & soothing "We won't hurt you" the voice said & somehow I knew it was the woman with green eyes inside my head. "we are here to test" was the closest I could understand. the word "test" seemed inadequate, almost as if it meant "try" or "sample". the presence in my mind made me feel warm & safe (& slightly drunk) so I. Some lost fragment of history, a time remembered enough for me to find material on, but forgotten by the most of history. Nothing just jumped out at me. Finally like most men on a computer I ended up on a porn site. When inspiration fails meditate to tits and ass. I was going site to site just trying to get a virus when I somehow I ended up on a vintage site. That’s when I saw her. The clip must have been filmed in the 1930s. She had skin like pale marble, but how lovely she moved. Her face.