Perhaps I could just turn around and leave. Yeah, and perhaps the moon would eat the sun and the world would end a second time.The music of bells danc...d up from the depths of the cave. The first note almost stopped my heart and each passing moment brought the source of the sound closer.Despite myself, I backed up a step. My back foot hit something hard. I spun and slammed my fists into an invisible barrier that covered the mouth of the cave, right on the tide line. The air wavered like a heat. Also, this is gonna be the first time he'll ever live away from his parents. He's admittedly a little intimidated but also excited. It's time for him to become his own man anyway and thanks to his scholarship he isn't even dependent on his parents' money.And so he stands in front of the gates to the building he'ss spend most of his upcoming years in: the dorms. A beautiful vintage building with a lot of history. Some famous scientist are even said to have lived here! He steps inside. The. ’ ‘Should be in the next couple of days he replied,’ before climbing into his truck. Five days later the first telephone man came back to the house and checked out the phone and the line inside. He fiddled with a few things and then came over to talk to Eileen and her mother. ‘Well I have that taken care of,’ he replied. ‘Well does the phone work now?’ ‘Now, they have to turn it on at the main office, as soon as I check back in. It should be working by tomorrow.’ Eileen and her mother went back. I spent less and less time in my own flat, preferring instead to become the 'lady of the house' in some highly desirable residences, which meant keeping two, possibly three fridges stocked up with food. Moreover, I had accumulated a complete wardrobe of female clothing at home, having purloined the choicest selection from my clients, which was surreptitiously reflected in a substantial reduction of agency fees to compensate for my wicked, wicked ways! Of course, on many occasions the client's.