Charlene had left a sour taste toward women, but I don't really have anything to lose. Maybe thinking about her will help me deal with mom's passing a...little better; it certainly can't make it any worse.Having decided that, I headed back for my next visiting period. I wonder if Hanna will be there?Arriving at the waiting room I announced myself and waited for the answer. When told that it would be a few minutes, I sat down and relaxed.As usual a few minutes turned in fifteen or more. Just as. Now, don't you feel better?" No ma'am," I answered oh-so-soft. I tried to spot something to brainher with, a candlestick maybe, or a vase."I imagine ...you want to murder me about now, am I wrong?" No ma'am."She frowned. "I phrased that poorly. Do you want to kill me?" Yes ma'am." I lunged for the glass water pitcher I'd spied on a nearby stand. Ismashed it, and grabbed a large shard. So, who did I hate most, thistwisted bitch of a priestess, or me? In a split second I decided; Iturned. All the front seats must have been packed, since they tucked me in the back among some blankets and coolers, but I hardly noticed since I was completely wasted. All I remember is it was cozy and dark and I was soon out like a light...For me, the beach party had been very frustrating. At first I thought it would be cool to join my mom for the 4th of July trip, vaguely fantasizing about meeting some cute girl there, but of course I was just as shy at the beach as I was at home. The only girl I. Hope you’ll come out tonight, a lot of people are looking to you right now.’ Alaster nodded curtly, then hurried away. He almost dropped the bundle of clothes in his arms tripping on the loose floorboard halfway to his quarters, a wave of panic crashed over him when his boxers fell from his arms and hit the floor. He snatched them up and scuttled the rest of the way, ignoring the yells of ‘Sir!’ and ‘Hey!’ as he ran. Slamming the door of his room behind him, Alaster collapsed, nearly shrieking.