I fell again.I screamed as I hurtled towards the cobblestones below. I was too high. The fall would kill me. I closed my eyes. Atharilesia, holding ou... daughter, flashed through my mind. They were both so beautiful and I would never see them because I fell to my death from...Why wasn’t I dead?I opened my eyes. I floated a foot off the ground, wrapped up in air. Faoril, standing farther down the street, shouted, “I’ll send Sophia to you.”I groaned as she set me carefully on the ground. I. "Meet at the elevator?" She now asked.I nodded my head grinning."You ah ... might want to make a few copies for a minute or two," she giggled still looking down at my crotch. "See you after work then," she finished, and then slid past me out the door.I made several copies of things I already had.The day crawled as I sat at my desk periodically glancing up at the clock. Finally five o'clock arrived, and most of the guys I usually walked out with were already grabbing their stuff heading out. I. Me, I was beating my brain, desperately trying to come up with an excuse to get the hell out of there, and fast. “Do you think I’m hot?” she asked, almost guiltily.That totally caught me off guard. “Wh-what?” I stammered. “Do-You-Think-I’m HOT?” she repeated, with rising anger and volume.Actually I think you’re a fucking psycho, I thought. But that’s not what I said. “Yes. I think you are an extremely attractive woman. Hot as hell, actually.” I may have been lying again, but I wasn’t at all. Next to his treasured signed photo of Joan Jett, his eyes lit on a shotof Slushpuppy from a couple years back. They'd supported Belch at TheAstoria (well, opened for them). That was about as big as it had got forthe band. The photo showed them backstage after. Him, with shorter hair,arm round Joey's neck, both beaming; Adam looking goofy at the back andWayne on his mobile probably making deals that ensured they'd staystrictly smalltime.Suddenly, Vincent took a deep draw of smoke and exhaled..