“Totally real,” I replied. “One of the services I use to publish my books through even terminated my account for that. They were pretty pissed. ...n the end, I’ve found a replacement for everything and can continue as before, just without pictures. So everything still needs to happen in your imagination.”Novella purred. “That’s my favourite anyway,” she said.I nodded. “Well, it’s just a shame I can’t show the pictures because of that. I’ve sent them out to my fans on the newsletter and such, but. Me – Well there hasn’t been any Happy Hours.Him - That’s true. The last time I saw you was when you and Karen were at my house.. I had a lot of fun that night. You were kind of out of it that night. So did your friend Karen say she had fun that night?Me – yeah she said she had a good time, as I smirked, not really thinking through what I was about to say. Too bad I fell asleep.Him – yes that was too bad. Well its lunch time. Shall we discuss this over lunch? Me – sureHim - Why don’t you walk. I fought for a while, a mock fight but then he kept holding me. I had stopped laughing now and was closing my eyes. I leaned closer to him. Dont Cass. You make it so hard for me, Steffan said weakly. I opened my eyes. He was staring at mine. His hands were around mine. There really was nothing else said. He did not let go of me but took me to the shallower edge. His mouth was on me before I could protest. After it was, I did protest but only because we were not out of the stream fast enough.. “No, I’m fine. Thank you for saving me,” she replied as he looked around. His car was covered in bricks and cinderblocks, but they certainly weren’t buried.“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he said, pushing open his door and helping her outside. People stood like statues on the road and sidewalk, staring out across the open space of the converging streets. Their eyes were fixated on the crimson light, hypnotized by it. “What’s going on?” Christi asked, looking around fearfully.Jason was just.