” My leg was beginning to hurt as she was laying on it. “Sam, please move,” I told her. The pain was becoming unbearable. “Sam, Please, SAM...!” I shouted at her. Suddenly the room was filled with light. “What’s wrong, Darling?” I looked around. My eyes hurt from the sudden light. I was alone in bed. “Darling?” “Philip?” “You cried out. Sweetheart, are you okay?” “I, I'm sorry, I must have been dreaming. My leg is hurting, it must have woken me.” Sitting on the bed Philip took my hand in. Judy and my mom were the same age but vastly different body types. I always called her Aunt Judy. She was widowed early. Now in her mid fifties she was still a beautiful woman. She worked for a local finance company and did very well for herself. I dated her daughter Sasha for a while in high school.She was about 5‘5, a slimmer body type but more toned. She did a lot of yoga. Her grey hair was a shoulder length bob the really made her long face look young and light. She had almond. Therewas something about this store, she had to check it out. It had an old-style neon sign reading "Spells R Us". "Spells R Us, huh? Somebody'sass is trying to get sued..." She said as she entered.She looked around, everything seemed old, and having Aaron's attitude,she had to admit "Shit, this place smells like somebody's goddamn ass." Oh, that's no way to talk about a man's pride and joy, is it, Kasumi?"Well, dude, that's the way shit goes. Hold on, what the fuck did youjust say? Kasumi? How. As I passed Emma, the receptionist at the front desk, I said “I’m not feeling well, Emma — if anyone wants me tell them I took the afternoon off, okay?”“I think Mr. Seproth was looking for you, Mister Howell...” she began.“Oh, well, I’m afraid I really have to go — it’s like a stomach virus thing, and I’m afraid I’m going to have diarrhea any second...”She looked as if that were Too Much Information, which was sort of what I’d hoped, as I trotted out to my car and started home. Based on what.