. Her cat poop. And her abuse of me. And the more she EXPECTS me to be a FUCK-UP... The more fufill my little role!!!!!!This weekend she told me she'd...be gone all weekend, on vacation, and gane me s list of chores to do :feed her cats (all eight!!!) Change their cat sand every third day!!! Take them to the vet (they had worms too, lucky me!)The stupid thing is... I ALREADY DO ALL THAT STUFF, ANYWAYS !!!!!!!!So when she catilly asks "do I think I could handle all that with out a LIST?" Yes. I'm. Wish me luck." Sandy watched Jackie float off towards the lobby. I know Jackie and if they try anything foolish they're the ones who will need the luck!When Sandy got back to her room she found a folder with all the pertinent information on Mr. Theodore Carmichael. She knew it was to help her learn about him to make his stay better, not to come off like she knew everything about him and was just trying to impress him. In other words she was supposed to impress him without actively impressing. ’ ‘You seriously look like you need a shower. I’ll get some towels and put them in the bathroom.’ She replied and got up. Jordan got up too. ‘It’s up the stairs, first room on the right.’ God, her old room. He nodded and she left the room with Jordan following her. Max climbed the stairs and opened the bedroom door. It did not look any different than it had as her room. A soft knock on the door caught his attention. ‘Towels are in the bathroom.’ And she was gone. A shower would be nice. He dug. A purple aura was forming around moon goddess as she danced. Pink sparks streamed from her fingertips to the ground and surrounding air. The music reached a climax and like before she turned towards me. The eye contact I feared and expected was there again. The difference this time was the voice. "You were warned. You are impure. By your actions you have made your wish."With that a tremendous build up of energy crackled from her fingers, bursting over me. Expecting pain I was surprised by the.