She agreed.We went into the lounge car, where I bought her a Pepsi, and got myself a triple scotch on the rocks.We sat and talked for a while. While s...e reminded me a little of someone I knew, she was really quite cute. She was a really hot italianate little number. Light Mediterranean skin, black hair, and passionate eyes.After we talked until the whee small hours of the night, I invited her back to my room.As we entered the sleeping car, though, she clunked me in the back of the head, and. She runs after me. We play in the water together, kissing & cuddling before once again heading back to the rug. I look into her eyes and say “I had no idea you was a woman, I had fallen for you before you revealed yourself and I was falling in love. I still feel the same way and I want to continue this relationship. I love my husband, but I need your love making and tenderness.” “I knew we were meant to be from the moment I took the first photograph,” she replies. We start to kiss again and. It hates mankind, and wishes to see us destroy one another. It is known by many names across a myriad cultures. Its agents are men and women born different from the rest of mankind. People born without conscience. Psychologists call them Sociopaths, the Ice People. What do they want? Oh, purely and simply to destroy you. They’re everywhere, man. They can be your father or mother, your brother or sister. Your co-worker, the old lady who lives down the street, the homeless dude on the street. I hesitated, which earned me an even sterner look from her. "Fine, I'll tell you." I sighed. "I was with Marjorie most of the day, but I forgot a book in my locker and went to get it, all by myself. As I closed my locker I was confronted by Gary Fields, Phil Bondi and Sheila Tarkin. They were going to kick my ass for being a freak and because I reported them to the police." You're not a freak." growled Mom. "Did you report the incident to the police or the school?"I looked down, "I can't, there.