But now they all started to really tell me to strip. "Take it off, take it off" was all I could hear. I figured this was still part of the joke until ...ne of them grabbed my shirt and ripped it open. The buttons flew all over, and they quickly all laughed. Well now that the shirt was ruined, I went ahead and took it off. Another friend started pawing at my belt buckle and before I knew it, she had my pants open and they slipped to the ground. I shot a look at my mother in law, waiting for her to. I shoved Tammy Watkins as she tried to kick the girl they had been beating."Get away from her!" Balling my fists, I said " I will stomp your asses into the ground if you don't leave now!"A movement from the side caught my eye, Lizzie had gotten up and was coming at me with a knife! Without thinking, my left hand swept out blocking her strike. My right hand snapped forward, the middle knuckles burying themselves deep into her solar plexus. Her eyes went glassy as she "Oomphed" and collapsed.I. He's projecting. She is so on his mind, the very idea of her is a maelstrom in Dream, swirling and spinning, pulling all thoughts toward it, homogenizing history and hope.Will must withdraw from her. Which leaves... him.Will slides down through the floor and walls to the living room. Randy is there, sprawled in the recliner. Will stands behind it, sneering as he begins attuning to the threads of thought coiling around the ex-athelete and soon-to-be-ex-husband.In the real world, Randy Holden. "Just getting started. I'm a little slow some mornings," Catherine said."When you're ready, why don't you join me on the balcony for coffee and a rainy sunrise?" I invited."Thank you. I'll see you in a few minutes," Catherine thought back to me. "And I'll take hot tea with lemon."I had her tea waiting when Catherine arrived. Mable had provided me with a plate of biscuits and homemade jams. I rose to greet Catherine, kissing her on the cheek."Have you scanned Randi and John yet?" she asked after.