’ Two of the club workers came over, offering me a ‘dirty pint’. I downed it as fast as I could. I was ready for my birthday! The DJ then starte... a ten second countdown, before everyone broke into song around me. Feeling drunk again, I made my way onto one of the empty tables, dancing round and round, clapping, screaming and shouting for my own birthday. Soon after the song finished, I made my way off the table. Hands were all over me, touching my legs, pulling at my short shorts. One guy. First, she didn't think she could stand to go through that much emotion in a single day. Not the way Bob was ... helping her. Another reason she was glad it was being strung out was because, the way they were doing it, she really needed to have her lines memorized. That was because when Bob started doing things to her, she couldn't remember to look at the script.She thought about the third reason while she got dinner ready. That was, plainly and simply, that she couldn't wait to start up again. He threw her over the front of his horse and climbed up behind her. He knew she would be uncomfortable, but he had to get away as fast as possible. He sent his horse off in a run, and when he was convinced that no one was following them, and they were a safe distance away, he stopped and pulled her up to a sitting position. ‘Who are you? What do you want?’ She immediately demanded as she twisted around to look at him. She didn’t recognize him. The thought entered Nick’s head, and he didn’t. "I felt a little anxious about that, wondering what kind of mischief she could get into at the lab. "You'd get awfully bored sitting around my office all day." Steven, you're talking to a spirit. I don't get bored. Hell, I don't even experience time the way you think of it. Look, just do your thing tomorrow and plan for me to be at the paint store with you, OK? We don't need to discuss how I'll get there." Right." Her sense of time was something worth giving some serious scientific.