I don’t like that name.” the girl said calmly as she walked over to stroke the German shepherd behind his ears.“I’m sorry.” Tim said, “But...you don’t have to like it.”“Where are you Tim?” asked the girl, smiling.“I don’t know. Your room, I guess.”“Exactly. And I say what I can or cannot do in my room.”“What?”“I also mandate what others do or do not do in my room.”“I could just leave.”“No, you can’t.” said the girl, who was now lounging on the bed. “The only people who come in or go out are the. ” I then looked her directly in the eyes, “Hell yes, I know you’re messing with me!” I scowled faintly, yet unintentionally.It was the first time I had ever been completely serious with Julie, and I could tell she was unsure of how to handle it. “Oh, Jeeez, Eric, I’m sorry, I… ” She actually had a slightly frightened look on her face that was turning that embarrassed hue of red with which we are all familiar, afraid she had pushed the sexual teasing just a little, or maybe a lot too far. “I. She found one that she liked and wore it out of the shop. When she got home her husband was there and he was preparing dinner. ‘Hello darling.’ She said. ‘Hey gorgeous your home early.’ He replied. ‘Yeah I did a favour for the boss today and he let me go early.’ Her husband had set off for his golf game before Babs had gone to work so he had no idea that the blouse she had on was a new one but he did admire it. ‘Nice blouse. Have I seen it before or have you been splashing out again?’ He asked. Tomiko was an ethnic Japanese woman with a Public School education and an Irish passport who managed the sound deck and was more often stoned than straight. But while we were in the crematorium she wept silently as she hovered over Crystal Passion’s body. She ran her fingers over the body, even over the knife wounds that had slit open the stomach, and then she unexpectedly exploded into a torrent of tears. ‘It’s real!’ she sobbed, as Olivia and the Harlot comforted her. ‘It’s really happened!.