Greg said, "Does the location bother you?"Megan looked puzzled. "What do you mean?" That it's next to a funeral home."Megan laughed. "No," she said, "...ot at all. In fact, I found it kind of amusing. You see, when I was in high school I was a real goth. I guess you could say that with my colouring I was a natural. Didn't even have to die my hair or wear white makeup. They used to call me 'the queen of darkness.'" She laughed again. "So ten years ago this place would have been ideal for me."Greg. “‘Influence’,” he repeated. “Now why didn’t we think of that?” Then with a grin splitting his face, “That young lady is as smart as hell and I’m damn glad I sent her to 2214. It just felt right. I knew it was the thing to do,” he bragged. “Now, it seems she has actually done it. Obviously, she thinks that Morales and the wolves’ communication abilities are the result of the column area’s influence, and, by damn, it makes sense.”Jeff didn’t bother to point out that the General had certainly not. The old man may have been the fucking Mayor, but I didn't like him or his motel. It was starting to look like this was a shithole motel in a shithole town and the problem with shitholes are that they are usually full of turds.It was nearly an hour later when I was washed, shaved and generally in a better mood before the knock on the door," Who is it?" Police! Open up! Right now!" came back through the door."Or what?" my mood instantly turned to shit again. A dark feeling came over me in the few. Thank you. I only wish my son-in-law was a man who called forth these feelings from my daughter.’ We talked for hours about my marriage, my life and my dreams. Where I expected condemnation, I received understanding and empathy. She shared openly about her marriage. I smiled at her own desires for her husband and the joys they shared. She waxed eloquently about their love. I felt the pain she still feels over loosing him. I was really surprised by some of her views of sex and relationships..