You follow it, knowing somehow where it will lead. Words echo in your head over and over ‘How could I how could you you did this you let this happen...��’ Ahead you see a crumpled figure, like a bum, wrapped in many layers of clothing. You draw closer, positive it is her, its not too late to save her… You touch the bum’s shoulder, turning it to face you. Vincent looks at you with sad eyes, full of pain, sorrow, hatred… He bares his fangs, sending you running screaming back in the direction you. I asked for two of their special drinks, with the potion and invited Winston and Ayana to sit with us while we sipped our drinks. I just had to see more of that big, black tool, and wanted them to stay with us as long as possible. We talked and got to know them pretty well and found out that Winston had been a “rentadread” up until the age of 35. He had made a lot of money servicing the white women tourists and then he bought the beach concession and settled down with Ayana. It turns out that. I'm glad you told me and trust me but I wish you wouldn't have told me. It's kind of spooky/weird." As I said, I don't remember every detail or conversation and some things change because I don't remember everything, just like telling you about the dream. It's changed the way you talk to me."After Annie left, I was up and moving around using a walker but I could get by with a walking stick when necessary. I was still a bit unsure on my feet. I was eating lunch when low and behold, who comes in. I knew as soon as she got inside her room, she would undress. That was when I burst into the door and tossed the box of condoms on her bed. “What are these?” I asked in a demanding voice. She was half dressed; she stood before me in her panties and t-shirt. It was all I could do not grab her and kiss her right then. Instead I waited for her to answer, and she did, all wide-eyed and innocent. “I think they are condoms, uncle.” “Yes, they are condoms!” I answered in my strictest uncle voice. “And.