Emily looked down at the table, and told him she was in a relationship which was rocky with an outcome no one could guess, and she just didn’t want ...o feel like she was alone anymore. Victor understood and invited her back to his apartment. Victor smiled remembering his first apartment, decked out like any 21-year old who was trying to be somebody would have. A bookshelf full of Chaucer and Dolstevsky lay across one wall, sprinkled with free verse poetry novels and a few notebooks of Victor’s. Being the centre of attention like that was suffocating for Dante, he felt the need to be out in the clean air, to be able to move in sync with the melody of the blood in his veins, and that’s what he did.“Move out of my way.” He said dangerously, and a path cleared between him and the door. He leaped from table-top to table-top like he would’ve done in the training grounds of the Guild, and flew down the fire escape onto the field. He stopped. The stillness of outdoors was beautiful. He. "So you went to a public school before, huh?" Amber asked me as we walked the empty hallways of my new school."Yeah," I nodded. "It was okay." How do you like being a slut?" I don't know," I shrugged. "How do you like being a secretary?" I like it," she smiled at me. "I just graduated last year and the next day they had me working in the office." That musta been kinda weird." A little," the girl admitted. "But it's nice too. I mean, I didn't have to go out and look for a job or anything.". I staggered to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I was standing there in front of the sink, gulping it down. I heard some one walk up behind me, I thought it was Jimmy, so I just turned around.It was Mrs. T standing there. Wearing only that skimpy light blue robe, and red fluffy slippers. She eyed me up and down, then gave me a little grin. It didn’t even register to me that I had morning wood, in plain view. She lightly brushed up against me on her way to the coffee maker, turning it on..