He got up to pull out her chair, She sat and he helped her move it towards the table. ‘I’m sorry, I thought you needed the rest after our long ni...ght, I Had such wonderful dreams about us. it was like a fairy tale.’ He said. ‘So did I! I dreamt I was a lady in King Arthur’s court. It seemed so real. Like I was really there and an actual lady of his realm.’ She said. the waiter brought over their breakfast without her even ordering. ‘What is this? I didn’t order anything yet.’ She said. Our music would be good.Lisa was in the media room, playing some soulful riffs on her ES335. When I picked up my electric, Lisa said, "All the axes are tuned and ready. Play with me a few minutes. Let's make them sing."We did play with no special progression, just both of us letting our guitars wail in a slow, crying pace, that had the hair on my arms standing and my scalp tingling. Sometimes blues has no special place to go but to just wail, cry, and sing.I broke it down for Lisa to get a beat. I thought she would cooperate but the fucking bitch removed my hand and got up.I ran back to my place of sleeping she switched on the lights, everyone in semi sleep state from their places asked her what happened? I thought I was screwed but she said she had a bad dream and everyone calmed her and went to their sleep. I understood that she did this to intimidate me.From that day I knew it was hard to get the cunt of this bitch. From then she avoided every opportunity to be alone with me. I used. She was the most mobile person I’d ever met, bringing along her key possessions that way.“You need a place to stay, right?” I asked rhetorically. She nodded with a hopeful look on her face.I let her in and put her in the bedroom I used as an office. The bedcouch was old but reasonably comfortable. When I offered her a glass of wine she took it eagerly.My intention was to ignore why she had appeared on my doorstep this time but she wanted to spill it. This had happened several times before and.