There is only one letter difference in the two words, and they sound the same." She thought for a minute. "It's kind of like 'there' and 'their' in En...lish. They are two words that sound alike, and are only one letter different, yet mean very different things. In this case, it was even more confusing, as the two jobs are somewhat related." Was it just me, or was it really weird being lectured on the similarity of English words and confusion of words in an ancient language by a six year. I was travelling in the warmest clothes I had - a thick cotton suit that I could never wear in the tropics because it was just too hot. But having been living out there for a few years, I didn't have a coat or an outdoor jacket, or even a sweater or fleece.That. though, was not the main source of my disgruntlement. I had left behind a world of sexy black women to come to a place of pale skin. Not that I want to disrespect white girls, or women of any colour and shade. I grew up with the sweet. D invited her in for ice tea and a chat. I heard her asking Mrs. D about me and she told her I was an excellent tech and my prices were very reasonable especially since she was on a fixed income and could not afford a lot. Paula the new woman’s name wondered out loud if I would have time to set up her computer then she would have time to clean the kitchen and unpack as she desperately needed the computer for her job she told Mrs. D she was a script writer but was semi retired now and wanted to. But that's not the sick bit. I mean, that's horrid... but the worst of it comes when I'm starting to feel him, too. See, my shtick is that I can read emotionally charged experiences from places and things. Negative ones about ten times as strongly as positive ones cause hey, ain't life a bitch? And sadistic glee... Oh yeah, that's pretty negative. And its pretty fucking strong. The girlie begins to slip and I start to feel both of them now. His own sickening excitement is running through me.