"I love you," she whispered, her voice thick. "I love you, Scotty Adams."I was sure it would be the last time I would hear my real name spoken."Well, ...weetness, I reckon I love you and all them purtee, young thangs."The last thing I saw before I died was her smile.And then I was falling, falling, falling into darkness.But I didn't appear in Lucifer's fires or Astarte's starlight. I was severed free of both my Pacts by these amazing women. Instead, I appeared in a sickly, twisted forest, the. This movie would also be part of my secret stash. I figured I might as well take all the pictures I could in case she didn't want to do this again or even destroyed the official twenty pictures I was allowed to take. I would always have the secret stash.A week before the big event I made the mistake of telling one of my co-workers what I was planning. Actually Frank had questioned me about why I seemed to be so happy and excited over the last several days. Before I knew what I was doing, I had. That confronted us.This was class!!! We positioned ourselves at a table of grads whoappeared unassuming and seem to be lost in the atmosphere therefore,not 'yacht club members' themselves. Tempering myself I opted for aglass of white wine as I went about the chitchat that usually starts aparty, hoping that things would pick up a bit.After some food and a little more wine the party did pick up with theaddition of music from a live band. Good Rock music that lent itself todancing by all. The. The coolness was up to her chest now and she flung her arms about wildly, putting her head back as if she were trying to stay above water, gasping for air, screaming for help. The coolness captured her in mid-motion her mouth now stuck in a silent scream. Her eyes darted about, straining to look around her now that her head could not move. In her frozen position, she appeared as if she were caught in a horrible free fall from some deathly height.The man studied her a few moments as she stood.