There has to be an open dialogue. I want a woman who I don't bore to death and who doesn't bore me to death. Unfortunately, that hasn't been easy to c...me by. I'm interested in things that a lot of people find deadly dull. I want at least an intellectual equal. My ideal woman would be smarter than me, I guess. I want someone who thinks, who challenges me with her mind." I don't want to find out that my partner has been brooding about something I said or didn't say, did or didn't do. If I do or. Nothing happened thisday, but the bomb was set to explode very soon... I was very saddened by the way my relationship with July ended and Iregretted her a lot. I hadn't seen her for 6 months when I saw her in thestreet waiting for somebody at a bus stop. She was gorgeous, she did notdress as a goth anymore, she wore a tight white top, a grey pleadedminiskirt, showing the top of her thigh highs and a pair of tight blackknee boots: exactly what I liked and what she had always refuse to wearwhen. He put the computer aside and unwrapped the burger. I handed him the canned coke he had also specified."Now there is one thing I have to tell you. I do security work. Some of the jobs last a few days, and some a few months. It's out on oil rigs usually, so if you don't hear from me for a while, don't worry we will catch up when I get back," I said."You some kind of spy?" he asked."Lord no, I'm a glorified rent a cop. That's all," I said. "It takes a thief to catch a thief, that kind of thing.". Derek wasn't entirely sure how long he sat there in the darkness, but hesoon drifted off to sleep, once again finding himself reliving his past. + - + - + - +Derek was nineteen now, and the memory of his father's death still hungover him like a storm cloud. At first he had wanted revenge for hisloss, but as time drew on he had come to see that the men that hadkilled his father as being a small part of a much bigger problem. TheSpellbinders controlled everything. Men.