It is a late night pizza with anchovies, or it’s a horror movie right before bed. Like I said I’m not a huge believer in prophecy- I just like to ...um. The bus was running late and I paced back in front of the bus stop. If the bus was running late, that meant I was running late, and of course that’s never a good thing when you are heading to work. I guess it all goes along with the joys of not owning a car. Yet I still couldn’t get that damn dream out of my mind. If I could remember what I was. When I heard that I was thrilled, you see I've always thought she was a piece of ass ever since she grew into her sexiness ( of age of course) She would be sleeping in the guest room in the lower level. She would generally come home in the evenings around 630 ish and leave around 7 am. I always made a pot of coffee every morning before anyone else woke up. In the begining I would just lick her coffee cup where she would put it to her mouth. I would also sneak into her room when no one was home. She did not care about all those other people in the room. If necessary she would grit her teeth together/ hold the palm of her hand tight against her lips to suppress the noise. All she wanted was that final release. But as she sat there – wondering how she could possibly communicate this need to Clay – he got to his feet/ shook her hand/ smiled and said *Its been a pleasure talking to you Severine. Maybe one day Ill tell you about the Parisian girls.* The young journalist watched –. I believe that the reason that this has happened is because we are similar or that our souls are similar, and also because of Mann." Our love for him brought us together and merged us into one," Karith stated, while absently nodding her head."What was the real reason for calling upon me?" We have children - eggs - and they are abandoned?" Karith asked, the original emotion she felt upon waking from the dream had been tempered by the information Tanith had given her."Yes and no. I did indeed.