Or so he thought.The first clue that either Adam or Denise had of Rafael's presence wasthe sickening crunch as his car, traveling at over forty-five m...les perhour, slammed into the passenger side of Adam's.Adam heard Denise scream, a short, high-pitched cry of pain that was,for a moment, louder than the sickening crunch of metal on metal andthe screeching as the tires of his car slid across the pavement. Thecar started to spin at a dizzying rate, but a second impact stopped thecar suddenly as. She would laugh merrily, as the wife would smack her husband up side the head for drooling over Goldy's firm body. Continuing her afternoon journey, she strutted down the street to the path that lead into the woods. As she was rather dense, Goldy paid little attention to the direction she was going, and soon found herself lost. "Where the fuck am I?" she mused, as the forest path led her deeper into the woods. Deeper and deeper, she went. The trail twisted to the left, then right. Goldy. I’d hoped to be able to use this, the occasion of our fifth wedding anniversary, to rekindle our relationship and our marriage, but that hope was choked off by her attitude.Fifth wedding anniversary gifts are, by tradition, made from wood, but I realised then that she couldn’t give a wooden nickel for our marriage. An odd expression that I’d picked up from an American film, I beg its pardon, I mean movie, some years ago.Sadly that expression seemed very apposite. I’d already bought her a. But mistress, I do not care for these dreams, they frighten me. And the voices, the voices relentlessly call me to return but I know not where. I hate my dreams!”Krotallis stares at me, her eyes wide with fascination. I have obviously pleased her. With a note of condescension she says,“Hush child, such as we do not fear these things. They are revelations from the gods.”“Such as we?”Now she smiles, thinking that we share some common bond. She is grossly mistaken.“Aye, we are much alike you and.