She picked herself up off the bed and started getting ready for her date. "You know," she said, combing her hair in the bedroom mirror, "you really ou...ht to do something about those ugly old horns of yours, little sister." I didn't know they were that ugly," said Sharon. "And what do you suggest?" Oh, well, as for their appearance, it's just not nice seeing them stick out all over the way they do. And as for what to do about them, well, you could shove it up your ass..." She turned around and. See if we can be ourselves again. We haven't gone out sincethe Spring."He wants to go out on a date? Tomorrow? What part of slow did he notunderstand? Well at least I avoided the break-up. What if we don't swapback tomorrow? I can't go on a date with a guy. What if I pretend it'sjust two guys hanging out? Hmm, I haven't had a guy friend in years. "Idon't really feel like going out. We can just stay in. Watch a movie orsomething." That would work," he said. A smile started to form on his face.. Most of them, he had determined, were the superstitious tales of simpletons and madmen: mere fantasies for common people to spent the grinding, toiling days, thankful for their safe, ordinary, almost pitiful lives. Some were invariably twisted second and third-hand tales of those who had ventured somewhat into the accursed place and came back, surely not wholesome in spirit ever since.Fact and fiction were interwoven tightly in such accounts but some probable, shared truths could be distilled. ‘What? What’s this?’ Brad hazily asked trying to touch her and noticing right away he was tied up and couldn’t move.‘Good morning lover.’ Ann whispered with a sly smile on her face. ‘I brought you breakfast in bed to thank you for all you do for me.’ Ann reached over to the table and picked up a grape. She brought it over to Brad’s mouth. He opened his mouth and accepted the tiny morsel. ‘How do you expect me to eat if I am tied up?’ Brad asked stretching his head forward against his tethered.