I picked one that was tall and broad of shoulder with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes, even that horrid red and blue uniform looked good on that bo...y of his. I licked my lips as my eyes drifted from his bottom to his left hand. Not my type after all, letting my eyes shift to the sparkling blue water, anxious now to get to my room and luggage to change. My eyes caught the site of a man and a woman into a room up ahead, the woman was homely and I didn’t look at her twice, but that man was. Perhaps she could try to see him as a priest performing a sacrament, as her own personal savior delivering her from sickness, old age, a common death. Maybe that would make it easier to accept, and at this point making it easier seemed the only goal worth pursuing. She had no more future, that was certain; no more than minutes, if you could call that a ?future.? The plastic tie was still cinched tightly around her wrists behind her back. That was to make it easier for him to do what he had to. . would you hate me if I said we neededto cut it way shorter?" she looked at Hannah for the answer and not me.Meanwhile, Hannah looked down at me for my answer.'Caireen, I can just fix it when we're done with magic, right?' Iasked.'Yes, and if the spells you know don't work for some reason, I haveanother I'll teach you.'I sighed. "Go ahead, I can fix it afterwards," I told her.She gave me a weird look. "That okay with you Mommy?" She's not actually mine, and she is eighteen, so just ask her,". A dull thud followed, and then silence.“Don’t worry. Probably ghosts” said Simone, marching down the hallway to the door downstairs. Lauren shook, hungry, tired and scared out of her wits. She needed the toilet so badly, she needed some privacy as well, some time alone to pull her thoughts together and try and understand what had happened to them this evening. More than anything though, she wanted her mother, her bed and familiar surroundings. The dark house was quite now except for their.