I knelt down next to the big guy. He still had a pulse, which was good, and he seemed to be breathing nice and evenly. Whatever had befallen the woman...wasn't happening to these two. I wondered about that difference.I pressed my hand to the big guy's temple. Immediately I ran into a wall. Even asleep this guy had mental defenses. I sought an entrance. He had to have a door or window or something. "Show me..." I mumbled under my breath.Somehow the wall disappeared. It was like my request was. I tried not to give in but the feelings were just too muchfor me, one day I was taking a shower and wanted to shave my legs andunderarms, before I knew what was happening I was wearing Cindy'sdresses then mom's underwear." Wait a second," Cindy announced, an odd look in her eye. "Mom, whendid you start getting those tapes for me?" I don't know," Mom replied offhandedly. "Three, maybe four months agowhy?" And they were just supposed to motivate me more in school right,nothing else?"Mom. He could not conceive of her not permanently thinkingdifferently about him if she saw him at that moment.As Heather finished adding James's extensions, she put on a pair ofgoggles and began to prepare the dye for his hair. The fact that Heatherwas wearing eye protection worried James. James watched Heather closelyas she prepared the solution. Heather turned and saw James's attentiveeyes watching her.Heather smiled and said, "I'm just preparing the dye for your hair. Wedon't want you walking out. I was dreaming about my imaginative aunt to work around house that I could play peeping Tom through my windows but nothing happened on one day as usual I was in front of computer and I heard someone cleaning clothes. You know they take cloths and beat it in a rock or we call it ‘mudukalle. It’s common to hear this sound around my place. So I don’t mind to looking outside but something struck me on my mind. I thought for a moment that no one was living in that house and who could be cleaning.