“Thank you for bringing Teran home,” Elva remarked as she walked over to the table next to the hearth. “I think she may have caught something. S...e’s feverish and mumbling.”“She hasn’t said anything?” Bremer asked, her voice slightly too innocent.“Not a word,” Elva said slowly, looking over at the younger girl. “She just basically passed out on her bed, the poor dear. Why? Do you know how she got sick?”“I’m not sure,” Bremer demurred. She looked around quickly. “Did Yren get home?”“Yes, he’s out. “What…” I couldn’t find the words to express what I wanted to say, so instead I decided to ask a more logical question. “Do you want?”“Sketch time,” she nodded towards the hallway, “Let’s get this shit over with.”“Are you serious?”“Don’t start that shit again Max,” her voice was trying to sound annoyed but I could tell that something was different. “I’m serious, your not drawing whores anymore, you’re going to draw me from now, now get your ass up and let’s go.”“Um, ok?” Any sane man wouldn’t. There it remained, hidden away as a cherished fantasy, only to be relived in the quiet solitude of my bed.So it was that when the night before her seventeenth birthday arrived, I had no reason to believe anything more would happen between us. Christie has a love of horror films, and we stayed up late, huddled together in front of the set, watching fiends of myth and legend chase foolish teens with wicked intent. I have to admit, hearing her squeal in fear, and jump into my arms each time. ‘Mrs Mee it is Sarah from PABO here can we talk?’ ‘Yes of course and please call me Julie.’ ‘Julie do you remember the night of the 29th of September?’ Julie stopped and had a think. The 29th September that was four nights ago. The night that she had consumed all that wine. ‘Err sort of.’ Julie said. ‘Round about midnight the order was placed and your card was used.’ Sarah said.’ Suddenly something dawned on Julie. It was a foggy memory because of all the alcohol that she had consumed but she.