In the last few days Renak and Seela had hardly seen any of their fellow creatures, they feared that most of them maybe dead. On their travels they ha... encountered many corpses, victims of the dust storms and quakes. Recently the quakes had increased in number and it was no longer safe to remain in this part of the forest. Renak and his mate had decided to travel to the far side of this world, which was totally unexplored and unknown. Maybe, just maybe they could find new friends there and. For me, that teacher was Mr. Jones. Brian Jones was my 29 year old anatomy teacher when I was in high school. I was in love with him. Everything about this man was perfect in my eyes. Well dressed. Articulate. Handsome. Funny. Charming. Sexy. Intelligent. He was what I wanted my dream husband to model. Mr. Jones was tall with smooth brown skin and a smile that would make you melt. He was well build thanks to the fact that he was a black belt. He was always put together and seeing him sent. She had finished up her presentation of the building's features and now it was in the hands of all the various contractors and workers to take it from paper to concrete, steel and glass. Alexandra was very good at what she did. Not only was she a qualified architect, but she also was damn fine in the looks department. She kept her six-foot frame well toned and she always dressed to emphasize her curves, such as with the gray business suit she was wearing now. Alex had long, coppery hair. I head for a bathroom as well.I try to get dressed but when I open the dresser, I am at the bottom of the stack of clean undershorts. I need to get some laundry done. Today even.My day proceed normally as I eat a bowl of cereal, feed the dog and drag my laundry hamper to get it separated. Excitement gets started when I try to actually wash my laundry, the washer is dead. I mean dead to point that nothing happens when I turn the knob and press start. DEAD."Great!" I shout to no one. "What else?".