He wanted that. So he had watched and planned. He thought if he could think about her hard enough, she would see him and she would know. But she hadn'... noticed him, hadn't heard his silent calls. That would change. He would become all to her. He would be more than any other man had been. He would be lover and killer, benefactor and enemy. He would hold her life in his hand and gently show her how absolutely beautiful death could be.It was his Purpose. She was his. She just didn't know it yet.. Cassie and I had a good visit on Saturday, and it wasn't entirely about the sex. We just lay naked around the house for a few hours and talked about our winter breaks and about friends and dating and relationships and stuff. We had sex whenever the urge struck us, but made sure to be cleaned and dressed in plenty of time.Our conversation got pretty heavy at one point. I told her that we were probably moving to Arizona in the summer, which drew a few tears from her. I told her about Mom and. Everything in it reminded him of the dreams heshared with his wife, which would never come to pass.Frank closed the door to the room and said, "Please don't look aroundhere without my permission."Gwen nodded and said she was sorry before she took a seat and caughtsight of Frank's wedding photo with his wife. She saw a certain lookin Frank's eyes that she had never seen since she had gotten to knowhim.Frank looked down at her as he nervously touched the hair of his wigthat rested on his. .. you ... are so beautiful. Oh, my darling!"Zoë smiled back radiantly. "Thank you, Randy," she said softly. "You look very handsome too." Photograph," ordered Emma."Hang on a mo'," said Randy recovering himself. "She's not quite ready." He delved in his waistcoat pocket and pulled out a ring. Without a word he knelt in front of Zoë and, taking her left hand without a word, slipped the ring onto her finger.Zoë gazed at it and her eyes filled with tears. "Th-thank you, Randy my darling. It ....