”“Describe it.”Holly watched John’s pupil movement as he recalled. A hazy appearance of his blue eyes told the doctor that he was enjoying the... reliving. “My afternoon class was cancelled so I went home early. I was in the house and walking in the hall to my bedroom. I have to pass by the bathroom. Mom had just walked out of it. She was naked and her hair was wet. I guess she just showered.”Holly looked to John’s right.“You figured you had the house to yourself. Am I correct in this presumption,. Brenda stood at the kitchen counter and looked through the mail. Most of it was junk, but she did take time to look at the quarterly financial report from their investment firm. Things were going remarkably well for her family. After Bill's father passed away eight years ago, they received an inheritance that put them on a firm financial footing. Not a huge amount of money but they were able to pay off their mortgage. Their home was not large but it was comfortable and in a good neighborhood.. They had chatted a little, and even went for a coffee. He couldn't helpbut hope things would go further, as he had feelings for her. He respondedto her text with an extra smiley, and then went to work.The day went pretty uneventful, with nothing happening. He wrote a fewfiles, chatted with a few colleagues, ate outside, went back to work, andfinally he was done with the day. The whole thing went very smoothly, andto him the whole day passed in just a few instants. Back in his car, hehad enough. The L.A. New Standard wasn’t exactly a Medieval Inn, but I had given it a pretty magical aura by eight o’clock…At precisely which moment there was a timid knock. I tousled my hair, pulled the blouse down a little lower, and opened the door. A pale, pudgy young man with a wispy little mustache and an attack of acne stood there blinking at me, blinking at the candles. I’m not sure what he thought he was seeing. I was dying to call him Baldric and do my, “Prithee, fair gentleman, well met!” but I.