“You’re lucky I only got two, I’d like two or three more. I want some OJ too so I can have mimosas with breakfast.”“Earlier when you said yo... didn’t bring extra clothes or anything else. While we’re here let’s pick up some soap and shampoo, toothpaste and toothbrushes, so we can shower. As far as clothes go, we’re not leaving the hotel, and you won’t need to wear anything in the room, so what you’re wearing will be clean when we leave,” I said.“Ok, that sounds good. If we do that I could maybe. By the way, I’m Mark,” he held out his hand and I shook it, and I never wanted to let go. I was feeling rather lucky to get to chat with the object of my last few hours affections, but I was also not blind to the other women who kept planting themselves in Mark’s way, I was reassured in my good taste. We had begun to talk about our backgrounds, school, our recent moves (his to Nashville of course) and before I knew it close to an hour had passed. One of my girlfriends had grabbed me and pulled. The guards, in their resplendent white armor, did nothing to stop her passing, for they had seen her coming from quite a ways off and knew that it was her. They had no knowledge of her treasonous plans, so they would make no move to prevent her from entering the city.As she raced through the archway of the main gate, though, an odd image floated through Asiara's mind – she saw herself in a hooded cloak, there was a dagger strike, blood on the white stones. Shaking her head as she galloped. I replied that I also had a collection of stories, but they might be a bit graphic for her tastes. She asked me to send her one and she would be the judge.After several more e-mail conversations and several stories, I sprung the trap.She had gotten to where she would expect a new story every Friday night and she often wrote that she enjoyed them, but it was a shame she was single and didn't have someone to share them with.When I knew I had her interested in the stories, I sent her my favourite..