‘So, I think I might be leaving now,’ James said, brushing a hand lightly on his wound. ‘You’ll be okay? You won’t start drinking again, wil... you?’ I smile, getting ready for action. ‘Don’t worry. I won’t be drinking at all for the rest of tonight.’ He sighed. ‘That’s good, because you don’t want to-‘ ‘As for whether I’ll be okay or not,’ I say, cutting across him as he looks at me in mild curiosity. ‘That depends entirely on you.’ ‘Um, what?’ he asked. I keep eye contact with him for. Their old selves would cease to exist. Rebecca andErica had vanished without a trace. Having the godlike power to do this wasintoxicating. Almost as addicting as the astounding profit involved. The mother's driver's license told me that she was 34 years old. A birthdaycard told me that her daughter had just turned sixteen. What cash they hadwent into my pocket, the traveler's cheques, camera and other traceable valuablesI trashed. I gleaned what information I could from a few letters and post. Stranger: *huffs* ill get over itYou: wait, who called me an a****l?Stranger: *smirks* its not importantYou: I guess.....You: *curious* why were you naked?Stranger: i was in the showerYou: oh. *crosses legs*Stranger: *gives a tight smile* yaYou: *thinks of you all naked in the shower* Erm...so... what's our next move from here?Stranger: *gulps and rubs my arms* can i ask you something?You: Yeah, what? *tries to ignore your heaveanly touch*Stranger: how long have you thought of me like that ?. Eve carefully pried the sheetrock away and removed an old metal band-aid box and replaced the makeshift door. Making herself comfortable on the couch she opened the box and found what she was looking for. Two joints that were vacuum sealed in plastic. His ’emergency stash’ as he liked to joke about it. Eve reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled her lighter out and tore at the plastic with her teeth. She lit up one of the joints and placed the other back in the can. Not much else to do.