As I walked back into the lounge Maggie was stood up making notes and the sun shone right through her dress giving me a glimpse of her white underwear...and her slim figure, I wouldn’t mind her staying like that but alas she had to move to get her drink from me, “Thank you Jerry” she said as she took a sip to get the taste, “Mmm, its nice” she said and then drank back half the bloody glass.. wow she must have been thirsty.“Ahh.. that’s better” she said feeling refreshed as she continued writing,. A poet with the dark passion of the Symbolists and the fucked-up rock n roll intensity of Jim Morrison/ Lou Reed/ Iggy Stooge. She had no guilt. Talked as dirty as any man. A real Cowboy Mouth. Said she liked to sit at a typewriter and masturbate whilst tapping out wild poems like one of those amphetamine Beat writers from the 50s. *** (MY JOURNEY) Switching off the tape I wrap the earphone-wires round the body of the walkman and stick it back in the bottom drawer. I get to my feet and allow. I smiled at her."Hello," I said. "Where's your friend, Amber?" She's just ordering some cakes for her dad. After this, we're going tothe mall to buy dresses for her trip to Japan."I just nodded and winked to her reflection.Amber gave a uncharacteristically, odd smug smile. She stood beside meand took out the her lipstick and used it on her luscious lips. "So howis it? Have you got everything?" Yes, Amber darling. You did a great job," I said."Does it mean I can stop being this bitch? This. About a hundred feet ahead of him, a dirt road curved into the trees and seemed to disappear. It seemed a little sketchy but he didn't have any choice. The sun was about to set and he was running out of time. He pulled his car between the trees before turning it off and stepping out. He looked around before grabbing his bag and rifle and starting further into the forest.Eric had been in stressful situations before. He had only been four when everything changed and his parents and a few other.