Well, I allowed Sarah to pick me up.I allowed her to take me back to her place. I allowed her to ride meseveral times until she was exhausted. When ... went to leave, sheinsisted I stay.I had assumed we were one and done. No. Sarah liked me and wanted me tohang around. Within a month, I gave up my share of a rental out inBrooklyn and moved in with her.That's when things started to change.What did Sarah like? Sarah liked my long straight hair. It fell to myshoulders when I didn't pull it. As if it was examining her.Emily remained perfectly still, her eyes wide, not even daring to blink. The object - the creature - moved through the air slowly, sinuous waves passing along it's length as the tip swayed slowly from side to side. Possible explanations tumbled through Emily's mind as she struggled to understand this monstrous, alien thing, but none seemed to fit.Suddenly, the slime-drenched tentacle whipped through the air in front of her, feinting an attack and driving her back, her. Carl read from where he was sitting, at least two meters away from her, that she was writing the words “serious psychosis - Delusional disorder"“You think I’m delusional?” Rage was swelling within Carl. She looked at him astonished unsure of what to say. He stood up in an erratic fashion from where he was standing he could see her in a different light. He saw her ample bosum, she was sitting quite close to the fire and with the stress he had just put her under he could see beads of sweat. The two men kept their horses side-by-side, exchanging blows with the axes. Each man blocked or parried most blows. A few landed but did no damage, unable to penetrate the heavy plate armor. Le Gris changed tactics and urged his horse away, separating himself from his opponent to get a running start.They both charged again, almost at the same time. Jacques raised his axe high, and as the riders passed each other, he swung with all his might. Jean again ducked, the blade just whizzing past him,.