"Who are you? Why the fuck I am here?", I ask, in my bitch-voice.The short guy smiles widely."You can talk!"Idiot. I am going to get medieval on his a...s. Or maybe Star Trek, with so many computers and tools laying round. Oh, I love that... "Of course I can talk, moron! Now, who the hell are you!", I am calm. Well, calmer than I should be. Yes, I know I am nude now, but I sooo... rarely mind that. Oh well. I seldom remember my former partners, maybe he is one of them... He seems blocked, though.. “I could not believe my ears. Since I grew , I never considered myself beautiful ..i was just above average …“ohhhhh…what a lovely figure you have Manjuji.!” He complimented me again and after pressing my hand few times he freed it. I was not blushed but amazed My daughter’s FIL has discussed me with this old man of age of around 65..“thanks , but I know that I am very ordinary..” I looked at FIL and inquired that what necessitated him to talk about his bahu’s mother with any stranger. He told. .............................I woke up on my bed. I felt different. I could feel there was power running through my veins I also felt less substantial than before like I wasn't really there, more like I was hovering only partly in this world. I climbed out of bed I released I wasn't touching the floor, it unnerved me but just by thinking about it I sank dawn the last centimetre and my feet touched the floor. The connection wasn't solid though like it once had been it felt as if I could just. " Really?" Yeah. She was sending me e-mails from a laptop at Worlds, for heaven's sake, making sure I was all right. She landed in Germany the week of the whole Scott blowup, and she's sending me emails asking me 'Are you OK? How's your face?' and I'm emailing her back telling her to forget about me and go PRACTICE!" Sophia laughed. "And then, I get an email from her that said 'Guess what? I won my qualifying round' and I got to email back to her, 'Guess what? Sophia asked me out!' I think she.