. I will help you. Just come to the library an hour before school hours tomorrow. What topics do you want to cover?’ ‘Give me your number. I’ll ...essage it to you.’ After she saved my number, she moved ahead and opened the door for me. I did not know what to make of the events that transpired. Are we friends now? She has my number for heaven’s sake. I decided to not think too much of it. As I was getting out, she pushed me back into the bathroom and pressed her soft lips against my pale cheek.. Clara trusts him more now. Clara is sure about his intentions. Clara knows she has to jump to Clara #5 and make the first move, now that she knows she wants it.But it has to be in person, so the next Facebook conversation is surprisingly dry. Clara knows The Mystery Man is wondering if he did something wrong. Dramatic irony. During their next encounter at the sandwich shop, after talking about how much they have in common and how fortunate they are to have found each other, Clara #4 shyly asks. . wire transfer ... it's in the bank." She had that 'wait for it look.'I looked calmly back."Tax free." Good God, Grace ... we paid less than two hundred for it," I was meaning thousand but she caught it. "How did you get them to dig that deep?"She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse and bent over, just a little. "Like that." Well, yes I do ... like that," It dawned on me. "That?" Yup, I had no idea of the power of boobs over men of a certain age, he nearly drooled on the transfer. She had her arms crossed over her chest and was looking thoughtful. “Doesn’t this mean we don’t have free will?” she asked.Vicky snorted, then lifted her hand and flicked her finger. A needle slammed into my neck and I felt my head start to swim. I sniffled and wiped at my nose, coughing. “Ah ... what?” I mumbled. Then another needle slammed home and I gasped, coughed, and sat back up again, my head clearing. “W-What the fuck, Vicky!?” I exclaimed.“I decided to inject you with a lethal dose of.