I had six paintings in progress. Kate was in the same situation. Even though we got special treatment at PCAD, we did have class projects and papers d...e. College took another interesting twist. It was more like a laboratory for our careers than a classroom. We met separately with Doc Henredon at least once a week. He cross-checked our progress on the paintings and our progress in class. My Art and Storytelling class with Dr. Bychkova was like a hybrid between his Art History class and Professor. The rest of the day goes by well and we finish up a little early. I drive home and let myself in. I hear some moaning and heavy breathing from the bedroom and find my fiancée naked on the bed on her hand and knees guiding her vibrator in and out of her. I can see her ass in the air and the rabbit part of the dildo on the outside vibrating against her clit. She’s shaking all over. She grunts and orgasms a few times and crumples on the bed. “Honey?” I say softly. “What the fuck?” she yells. “Oh. "That's the lastthing your grandmother said to you! She told me the night she died!" Theblonde girl was now pleading with him, tears rolling down her face. "I amGarth, Neil... or I was... and I need you."Neil looked into the girls fiery eyes and saw the eyes of his good friendstaring back. "What's happening?" I'm a phoenix, Neil," she said as she sat on the bed and buried her facein her hands."What?" A phoenix, I've lived for hundreds of years and take on the ideal formof my new love and mate. ”“That must have had a lot of garlic in it,” Suzie said waving a hand in front of her nose in an attempt to keep the odor away.Sean said, “I’m sorry about Saturday night. I was feeling a little sick from dinner.”“I could tell,” Suzie said. He had locked himself in the bathroom for the entire evening leaving her stuck with running the concession stand alone. When she had gone to check up on him, the noises that had penetrated through the door had an unnatural quality to them that had frightened.