..dislocation, and from a distance I heard a voice. It seemed faint, as ifcoming from the other end of a long tunnel."Edward?" the voice called. "Edwa...d? Are you there?"Then I heard another voice. It seemed familiar."Yes... I... Oh, God. Marie?"But that was my voice. Did I say that? I was slowly emerging from thenothingness, like a thick fog clearing slowly."Oh my God! Edward! It worked!"Was I in bed? I seemed to be lying under bedclothes. How did that happen?"Let me help you up." No, I'm. Her eyes ran over her Mom's body appraising the sexy MILF. Joyce went red, but didn't make any effort to play down her sexiness - it was good that Dawn thought she was attractive. The teen licked her lips and sniffed, "And is that Spiced Pork Burgers I smell - home made. You hardly ever make them..." Oh," Joyce again tried to appear nonchalant, "I had some free time this afternoon, so I thought I'd throw something together."Dawn gave a slow nod, which suggested that her Mom's attempt to appear. ”Calista looked ahead through the windshield, “Sarcasm is a good coping mechanism. Cheaper than alcohol too.” She paused, “what about you?”“Serial dater. I’ve managed to have four different live-in girlfriends. The last one left about two months ago.” Oscar slowed down and pulled his car into an open spot in front of a pub with several neon signs in the high windows. “Prepare to be underwhelmed.”They walked in and found a booth along the back wall. “They actually have a decent wine selection. The guard was positive that there was a hidden camera watching his every action. That was the only way that they could possibly know when someone drove up.William stood up and went to the door of the guest room. Knocking on it, he waited for Greg Banner to reply. The music stopped and Greg called out, "What is it?" My friend has arrived," William answered.A few seconds later, the door opened and Greg stepped out. He looked around and asked, "Where is he?"William pointed at the door just as Ken.