The same dirty tricks, the same wretched result. It was fascinating how repetitive it all was. There was almost nothing to keep me going anymore. Almo...t....Three years ago I had gone to a college party at one of the local frat houses and some bastard killed me by putting something nasty in the wine cooler. I hovered over myself watching helplessly as he ravished my lifeless body. I felt light-headed and only semiconscious, oddly disconnected to what was going on beneath me. I thought at first. Where is she? Damien walked through the house, expecting to see her anytime. His level of anxiety was rising. Just as he was about to shout for her again he spotted a note on the kitchen counter. Damien, Gone to work. They needed extra help. I will see you later. Love you. Leigh Shaking his head in clear disapproval, Damien picked up his cell phone. ******** He had been waiting the whole morning for her to come out. He knew she would have to go to the building adjacent to file the. "We toured the Doge's Palace. We passed through the Bridge of Sighs and entered the old prison. It had been built after Bruno's time -- he was likely jailed in the palace itself; those cells were long gone -- but still, I imagined him in his tiny, oppressive cell, scribbling out his turgid, symbol laden manuscripts, before being sent to Rome to his death.We had lunch at a small cafe."So what is up with this Bruno fellow?" Lauren asked, "And why do we care so much about Padua?"She looked at me. I mean how many hours can you watch storm damage on CNN. So, I went to local bar to have a beer and maybe some conversation not about a hurricane. Pretty soon I’d struck up a nice conversation with a good-looking guy to my left. I had no expectations of hooking up with someone. It was just at a regular bar, having a regular beer, talking regular guy talk.I can’t say exactly when it became obvious that more was going to happen. Maybe is when he slapped me on the back when I said something funny.