I must make haste to Avenue Rachel and collect my babies, for the night grows old. Yes! Now, I am off to Avenue Rachel and le Cimetière de Montmartre...where my babies await me!"The shadowy figure extended its arms before it, and, with a thunderous clap of its dark hands, disappeared, leaving only a swirl of black mist in its wake.An inky bubble of tar oozed from between two loosely fit cobbles. The foul sphere pulsed and grew larger, then popped, collapsing to the ground in a small, shadowy. My heart went out to Mom, because she was so unsuspecting of what the next few days were going to bring when she realized that Pop had really left her.Gracie blew in late as she almost always did where her daughter was concerned. As our friendly little group were having cake and coffee, Emmy announced, "Mom and Dad, I have talked to Gram and I am going to move over there and live with them until I go to college in the fall. I am going to keep working for Ralph Simmons through the summer and as. She sat up on the couch trying to get her bearings andlooked around her apartment. The clock read 9:00. She breathed a sigh ofrelief, realizing she'd only slept for a couple hours.As she calmed down and her breathing slowed, she tried to remember whather nightmare was about, but it was gone. She saw the tarot deck sittingon the coffee table in front of her and it triggered some vague memory,but it was fast slipping away, fading like morning mist.Morning...Becca, still disoriented, looked at the. Barocca squealed in pain as Jordan's long, sharp nails dug deep into her soft flesh. She pulled at Jordan's hands, slapped her face and tore at her hair, but Jordan wasn't fazed. Barocca quickly sank her own nails into Jordan's breasts. At least she could inflict the same amount of pain she was receiving! They dug, pulled and clawed each other, shrieking, squealing and swearing. They tore each other's thin, bikini bras to shreds in their fury. Jordan was slowly rolling Barocca over as.