All the lights were on and I could hear a movie blaring from the basement. I opened the door and found a note from my parents letting me know there ...ere leftovers in the fridge and they would be back tomorrow afternoon. I promptly made my way to the fridge and heated up some leftover lasagna. I realized that my sibs didn't hear me come in over their movie as no one made their way upstairs for my usual welcome home greeting. When they were younger I used to love sneaking up on them and. .. the spinning and dancing... Giselle... Dancing... Spinning... "Cyber pussy..." Spinning... Giselle... Deeper and deeper... Pretty and fragile and aching, always aching, needing, wanting... Giselle... "Cyber pussy..." Giselle... Feeling so sleepy, so hard to open her eyes, giselle booted up her computer. It was hard to log in -- she kept typing "giselle" instead of "Glen" -- but eventually, she got it. A little more effort, trying to sign in to her instant messenger. And giselle was finally. It wasn’t her, but she knew that I—?“You’re freaking me out a bit!”Heather laughed freely. “Relax, Matt. I looked up Wilbur’s phone number and it’s one number different than mine. It’s kind of obvious what happened!”I let out a breath. “Oh ... Okay. For a second there I thought I was going crazy!”“No, not yet,” she joked.“You never know, with you. Jeez ... Anyway, how’s your stuff going?”“Getting another filter finished tonight.”“Don’t stay up too late.”“I’ll be in bed by nine.”“That better be. Would she rise to the dizzy heights of a Beyonce or Robbie Williams, or plunge into derided obscurity, like the former Ginger Spice? It felt to her more and more as if it would be the latter, as she struggled with material which a few months previously she would have soared through. Darya was in a turmoil of emotions, swinging from tearful laments to bitchy complaints, and her moods were starting to affect everyone else around her.Beth and Sandi looked at each other meaningfully, and the.