We must have talked for an hour or more. Well, I talked while he listened. It was long enough for him to have opened a second bottle of wine anyway. B... the time I had stopped crying, that bottle had nearly gone too. I was far too drunk to walk home, and Tony was too drunk to drive me, so he suggested we finished the bottle and I spent the night in the spare room. He said there was a pair of pyjamas in there already.”“So what happened?” I asked“He went to get the room ready while I washed my. Watching the eyebrows knit over the clear gray eyes with an obvious look of concern, a look that was at once familiar and oddly unfamiliar, the deep voice spoke."This may sound like a really odd question, but one that we have to know... You are Randi Williams." He said more than asked."Do you have any idea how weird it is that I'm talking to me asking me if I'm Randi?" I giggled in response to the bizarreness of the entire situation made all the more correct in this Superman Bizzaro inspired. I would get wet when he said these things to me. When I visited Jim and didn't see William I was secretly a little disappointed. Jim told me stories about him. William was a "pig" according to Jim. He was known for fucking different women in the office. Rumor was that he fucked a girl the first day she started working there. William just took her hand and brought her to a locked back room and fucked her. The girl never came back for her second day she was so ashamed that everyone might know. Tom knew if he didn't manage to get top score at this one, he might would have to go to summer school. The teacher told them that they should prepare for the presentation in pairs, and that they should work at home. He was paired up with the only girl in the class who never talked, or showed any interest in him. Aiza, she was an 18 years old muslim girl. She never talked to boys, but was always very nicely dressed. She wore an mix of arab clothes and western clothes. And always covered by her.