I was to busy thinking about this German girl, that wanted to meet me. The smoke from ciggiret burned my eyes after a few minutes as the cherry, the r...d glowing part of the cig, almost reached the fliter. "damn it" I muttered, throwing my butt on the grass and then stomping it out, "Zach Where the fuck are you!" I shouted into the woods"Over here" he called back,"Where the fuck is over here?" "Turn around dumbass" he said a-merging from the woods"What are you doing in there?" Looking for a. "Yes?" Okay, I'll bring the cards over." That's better. The front door is unlocked."The phone clicked, revealing that she'd hung up."I'm dead. I'm dead. I'm dead," he muttered as he retrieved the cards and tried to summon up the courage to face the music. He picked up the phone, even his anxious state not enough to keep him from remembering the bargain that would put him behind the wheel of his dream car.The walk down the stairs and out of the house felt as though it took forever, but the walk. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if Marek would let her leave the château and return to her old, lonely life in England if she asked him. The thought repelled her - ohh she desperately missed her young cousins, Nikki and Julie, and her dear aunt Faye too but there was no way she could even THINK of a life without her master. "Go and see Véronique down at the store room - she can help you choose something to wear for the ceremony." To, umm, wear? But..." Look, Alexa. It's a kind of tradition. Sutlevich’s basement:Siza reminded me of the opposing medicine cabinet mirrors in my grandparents’ bathroom, the two mirrors mounted on opposite walls almost perfectly align. They reflected images seen viewing one mirror, showing me, my childhood head in surroundings like photos ever decreasing in size on top of one another diminishing into infinity as the light in the mirrors work off of one another, photons without end.As a kid I was extremely curious and also frightened by that. But I always.