Seemingly it was and Sophie continued to prattle away happily at me. Katherine found me slouched at my desk in the little study room that adjoined the...school library. My notepad lay open on my knee and my history books were neatly laid out on the desk around me but there was no danger of my looking at them today. “What happened?” Katherine asked, not even through the door. There was no need for any kind of preamble but I looked blankly at her, unwilling to reply. I’d liked John for so long and,. He looked like shit, but even in this state he was a far more attractive man than I. His deep brown eyes seemed to stare at nothing. His white teeth hidden behind unsmiling lips. His muscular body slouched over all the time. He sometimes reminded me of Henry Cavill in that Superman movie, only not as tall or pretty.He sat on the porch of the farmhouse his father still managed to hold on to, and nodded to me as I pulled up in my truck. I tried to think of something to make him laugh, so I asked. " Perfect, you are yourself such a treasure!" Freaky gushed. "Where is it?"It turned out to be three miles away, in a heap of boulders. They carefuly drove off a distant decendant of the outlaw killer, who buzzed it's tail in displeasure, and carefuly robbed the unmarked grave, trying not to disturb the mortal remains."I guess we will never know who this gold really belongs to." pondered Freaky."Well, actualy-" began Axorie"Hush," interupted Freaky "I said, I guess we will never know. Besides,. Quickly, he quaffed down the cool wine, then closed his eyes.Immediately, his dream changed. It was night now, but light from the stars and moon was shining through the wide windows, filling the room with a soft glow. He was on his bed, really several thick carpets and soft pillows arranged in a pile on the floor. With him - under him - was the young girl who had served him the wine. She was writhing beneath him, her arms around his neck, gasping, whimpering as he thrust into her virginal.