Sighing he looks around seeing nothing. Then, out the corner of his eye, spots a single red rose lying on the cold bare concrete. Kneeling down pickin... it up a shadow flows over him and onto the floor. Gasping he quickly looks up but sees nothing. Shaking his head he speaks out loud, ‘This is foolish. What am I doing? I have work to do.’ Standing up he moves to exit the building but a sweet music sounds. The melody surging, echoing through the empty corridoors. Turning he sees her, the woman. "You know, you shouldn't only look for excitement in stories, you can find it in real life too. She looked round at me and smiled. "Do you have any of the Chianti left?" "I don't know, I'll have a look in the storeroom" Five minutes or so passed, then I heard "there is one bottle but I can't reach it, could you help me?" I walked into the storeroom, to the left there was a separate cupboard filled with alcohol, I walked in, she had her back to me the bottle was above her head, as I put my hand. "Are you ready to admit you are not much of a man, Jaime?" I asked as hewashed away the shaving cream."Um, I, um, I guess, yes," he said, nervously considering my question ashe washed away shaving cream and tried to ignore his erection. "Yes,yes, okay, I can see why you think so," he added."Oh no, sissy boi," I laughed. "It's not an opinion. It is a fact. Youare not a man and never have been a man, Jaime. Just accept it and youwill be happier."He had washed away most of the shaving cream. She wasn't the only one."Hello?" I asked in turn, wondering how she'd gotten this number; I'd called her on my cell phone. "Aunt Claire?" Thank goodness you're alright, Patricia," she said in a rush that didn't sound like her at all and I sighed."I'm fine, Aunt Claire, I told you I'd call when I got home. How did you get this number? Did Dad call you?" I paused and didn't hear anything. "Claire?" There's no need for panic, is there?" The voice coming through the telephone was a soft alto, a.