" Thank you," I murmured as he held the door open for me and I stepped past him, but I didn't hear his response - I'd walked into a world of glass and...twinkling lights, and the wonder of it all deafened me.The conservatory was aptly named; octagonal, with floor-to-ceiling glass that rose to a peak a good ten feet above my head, and a view of the softly lit and walled garden beyond. Candles flickered on the small, round table set for two, and the rest of the room was lit only by dangling strands. "Look," he said. "I'm a guy, OK? You already know I think you're beautiful." He thought about how, if she hadn't gotten drunk the other night she'd have known a lot more. "But that has nothing to do with our professional relationship. I'm not trying to get anything from you, or talk you into anything. I can't help noticing you as a woman, but I AM trying to control that. In a way, I'm the proof that my theory is wrong, because I'm really NOT trying to get anything from you. It was a bad. From myself. Even in my nightmares, I was running.”He patted the ground next to him and Bena hesitantly sat beside him. He put his arm around her, pulling her close like he’d done since she was just a tiny, little girl. It was so normal, as if nothing had changed between them. For that moment, all seemed right with the world again.“I’m a little lost,” Yren admitted. “I’m not certain who I am anymore. I’ve killed so many ... I’ve killed without hesitation, without thought, without remorse .... .Wednesday was dead with the except of a young African American lady who came in by herself and the staff took her on a tour. I was amazed at how many guys were following around and before I knew it she was in a booth with a couple of guys. She left the door open so it was a good scene to watch but after a few guys fucking her, she left. Since it was late already, I called it a night.....Thursday afternoon, I drifted between 1and 2, Two couples where there and it appeared they were not going to.