Many thought her severe. Others said that she simply dedicated the entirety of her mind to her art.That was easily believed, for how else would one ex...lain the gift she possessed. Every member of the gathered wealthy folk was concentrating upon her. However, they did not truly see her, only her talent. The heard the magic, but could not feel the real Deanara beneath.In truth, Deanara was a spectacularly lonely young woman.Those frightfully intense eyes peered out at the crowd, at the mesmerized. Like a gentleman, he opened the door for me - like my husband used to do before we got married - so I was happy and excited sliding into a Mercedes Benz. I asked what he did for a living. He'd retired not too long ago from a publishing company he'd sold and was now consulting. He said that after his wife passed away he decided he wanted to enjoy life and be free from running a company. I pretended to understand, nodding my head, till he mentioned that I was very beautiful. I thanked him and he. The members of that segment, remaining practically constant with little change, actually formed a loose type of governing organization so that the homeless individuals who had been there for a long time were consulted as if they were tribal elders. The top tribal elder of the resident homeless was George Arthur Small but his name amongst the homeless was John Smite. He was a top supplier of illegal drugs to the homeless and running that business had allowed him to accumulate a considerable sum. At least, that's what my body wanted to do; my mind just stopped the inner process.I took his other hand: "Did you save a dance for me, boss?"He pulled me next to his buff body: I can't recall what music was playing, but everything was perfect, with his arms around me, my face on his chest.But my brain just could not avoid ruining everything so, I had to do the right thing, even that time: "I wasn't sure I would have come to the party. I had so many doubts and I still have them. I mean, what if.