Laura war sie der Blicke der Jäger durchaus bewusst gewesen. Nun war alles vorbei. Keine Musik mehr, nur Müll, Dreck, Überreste einer riesigen Part.... Die Bar war geschlossen, im letzten Moment hatte sie ihr Glas gerettet und war Richtung Ausgang verschwunden.Jetzt stand sie an der Garderobe und trank Gin Tonic aus. Ihr Mantel hing einsam und wartete darauf, ergriffen zu werden. Sie musste ihn selbst holen, es war niemand mehr da, der ihn ihr hätte geben können.Warum war sie überhaupt noch da?. But the woman who stepped out into the night took my breath away, and I almost forgot about that haunting growl. Just like that, I was under the spell once more. Her skin was the lightest blue, her hair dark indigo. The difference in shade made for almost as deep a contrast as with women who had very fair skin and black hair, like my mother. That was a look that had always held great appeal for me. This woman's coloration was like an exotic take on a familiar favorite. Her full lips were. Bye!”“Bye, Liz!” The call ended. Well, time to unwrap it. I grabbed a knife and began cutting. Although, really, a packaged robot should just be able to burst out of its box on command like an awakened mummy eager to curse some archaeologists. I removed the top of the box and struggled with the styrofoam insert, finally removing it and getting my first look at my new robot.It lay inside its styrofoam sarcophagus, eyes closed, wearing a stereotypical butler’s uniform, looking exactly like a. Julie, though I was to call her Ms. Wright, not Mrs. as she wasn't married and never had been, was to start the following Monday afternoon. She would come every other day, and earlier than the 2:00 hour if I had for whatever reason remained home on any of those particular days. It was the intent of my parents to see to it that I didn't just lay around the house on the days I wasn't feeling well, or strong enough to go to school. So much for my "alone" time as I had called it when I'd been able.