Coffee, then, since that means you are probably not too busy.’ ‘Haha, right you are!’ Violet clicked her ‘Refresh’ button erratically, hopin... her impatience would inspire the often malfunctioning server to spirit back to life. Without e-mail she was half lost. Rolling her eyes, she picked up her phone, deciding to at least check her personal e-mail with the hopes of occupying her time. By the time she had deleted the spam and responded to a few of the shorter messages, Violet heard a quick. ‘Hey! It squashes! Great!’She jumped around, squashing several more. But others were starting to crawl up her bare legs. She could feel them, but there was nothing there when she looked. She brushed her hands against her legs to get rid of the weird, almost erotic sensations as tiny legs with hooked feet seemed to be crawling on her. Nothing she did would make the feeling go away. Then she looked at her image lying in the street. Spiders were crawling all over it!‘We’re both real!’ Béla. For the most part, they were boring events, but it was fun having Kelly along to keep me company. The convention was in San Diego. We had time to do a bunch of tourist stuff, USS Midway, the zoo, etc.Although Kelly was always dressed to catch the eye, and we fucked like bunnies every night, nothing special or unusual came our way. I could sense she was a tad disappointed as we boarded our flight to Chicago.At six-four, I always requested an aisle seat. At five-two, it seemed that Kelly was. Maybe we would drive each other crazy. If I left, you’d be a great memory and I’d end up back at my cabin the richer for all that I experienced. Is there a good answer?”Both of us were silent, finishing up our soup. I was thinking about what Tristan said and wondering what it would be like if he stayed. What it would be like if he left?Finally, I said, “Sometimes I think the problem with us writers is we think too much. We’re always working out a plot, analyzing everything, imagining this.