I don’t sleep around, and I don’t fall for guys that easily. And it’s not like he’s a stranger. I mean, I’ve known Stefan for nearly a year....So here I sit on the edge of his bed in the pre- dawn darkness wondering how I got here. Okay, think, think — let’s go back to the party… * Christine and I arrived midway through the soiree at Mike’s place. It was a large old house that he shared with three other guys. All four of them had graduated from college in the past year but acted like they had. She didn’t mean to. It’s all uncharted territory this. She was just trying, I don’t know, to get things organized in a useful way.”“Hmm,” I said which was the same as saying nothing.“Look, if I have my way this little confab might last a while. Can I get you something, I mean even a donut?” he said. I laughed.“Look around you. Do you think that even a loser like me would be eating anything they serve in here?” I said.“Actually, yes,” he said, smiling.“Touché,” I said. “Fact is I’ve eaten here. " Nick turned left and headed off down a back lane.'What a lovely man,' he thought to himself as he headed up towards thelocal shops.When Ron returned home later, the first thing he did was to lock hisfront door and head upstairs into his room with his purchases hequickly unlaced his shoes and kicked them off he then found the pack of60 Denier tights and after removing one pair soon had a leg balled upand with more than a hint of excitement placed his foot into it'swaiting confinement.A few. Taking a deep breath, Mike led her to the greenhouse.“Mike.” Abella pushed the broken planks off of her, shaking debris the debris off her body by flexing her wings. The front porch was a complete mess, and one of the support pillars was now off kilter, the roof above it bowing dangerously. Growling, Abella smacked the support with her tail, shoving it back in place. “Mike!”“He’s not here.” Cecilia flickered back in place. Her dress was stained, her blood sparkling in the sunlight. “I’ll look.