" Fancy that," I said, having no faith whatsoever in his literary taste. But what the hell, we were actually having a conversation, right? I was getti...g downright mellow. "Why don't you print me up one, then? I wouldn't mind taking a look." He said, OK, he would, and shut up. I went back to hairy old Scotland in the 1440s and forgot all about it.The next day he handed me this printout, maybe fifteen pages altogether. I read it that night. It's about this clunky babe with good legs getting laid. The words sounded painful for a human voice to utter, and they were certainly painful for Sean's ears to hear. They were not meant for this world, for this reality, and each painful syllable exhorted the advancing shadow forward another inch.{I can't hold him. I can't stop him, } Sean said, thought to Megan in a near panic.The rippling, churning black shadow had advanced over half the distance from the creature that used to be Eli. It wasn't fast after the initial surge, it was inexorable in. I just hope it didn't ruin my makeup; I remember my dad grooming my mustache and beard and applying light lipstick and powder over my face. I gulped nervously once more.A man deals with his tension and problem stoically and only shows weakness to his wife, my dad used to say to me. One of his many practical advice to us men in the world ruled by women.I continued to walk slowly, tall and straight, ignoring the admiring crowd around me with their cameras and video cams, as I tried to smile shyly. Shetexted her response, giving him the street number.'Then come up to flat 12C,' texted him and set her resolve."Here we go I suppose," Petra said to herself.In anticipation of William's arrival the last thing Petra used to do waslubricate herself in expectation of his needs; she reached into thebedside table and took out the tube of KY jelly and did so now; is wasas much part of her transformation routine as applying lipstick.There was a knock at the door and Petra opened it with.