The next night, as I climb into bed, I hear noise in the kitchen again. I check it out, and again, nothing. All is quiet for several months, when it s...arts up again. I’m sometimes afraid of the dark, but not afraid of ghosts. I’ve had a couple of medium experiences but prefer not to talk to the dead. After tucking myself in for the night, I feel someone get on the bed and lie next to me. I turn, but there’s no one there, but just in case, I say to the darkness, ‘Hi. I don’t know who you are,. I ate too well lately and finding bigger clothes was not easy, most homes were ransacked or burning, always there were fires everywhere!My companion cleared out a small house by a heavily polluted and no doubt toxic lake. He had pushed me across it on a ramshackle float someone who hadn’t survived the crossing had made, someone who didn’t have my superman!Chained to the wall my friend teased me with that glistening rod as I forced myself to sleep in the opposite corner. I needed rest more than. As the coffee brewed, I excused myself to my room, where I quickly threw off my work clothes and changed into something more comfortable. I made sure to add a fresh spritz of perfume. I returned to the kitchen and watched as he looked around my living room. He stopped at my bookcase at seemed to notice something. “You’re a journalist?” He asked. “I am, why?”“Oh, I just saw your award here. ‘Journalist to Watch’, huh?” “That’s nothing…”“I doubt that. You must be a great writer.”I laughed.. He then ran his hands over his smooth legs,arms, neck and as much of his back as he could reach. Satisfiedwith the coverage, he lay down on the lounger on his stomach andbunched up another towel into a pillow. A little sleepy from thebath and the effects of the sun, Stephen drifted in and out ofsleep...NeighborsGary was visiting his aunt and uncle this weekend. Having justturned sixteen, he was starting to pay close attention to theopposite sex. Usually they paid attention to him too. Gary.