By four we were on the road to see my father. Helen and I in the Wrangler and George with his mum and sister in his Beamer. Stopping at a fast-food to... get dad a Doner Kebab. Maria was still debating with her mum about getting a puppy. We settled the discussion, by me promising that I would buy her the pet, but Maria would have full responsibility for it.We spent a few hours with my father. He was recovering well. We took him to the hospital garden. Where he had his kebab, with a Keo beer, a. And so my dreaming continues and I lose myself to the peaceful abyss of his arms, my heart crying “SANCTUARY!” like Quasimodo at the top of the Notre Dame. *************************************************************I lie contemplating plans for the day. It’s a Saturday afternoon and he doesn’t have to go to work. I’m snuggled up to his chest listening to the slow thumping of his heart as I let myself drift off into my own thoughts. The sun is shining in rays through the blinds and I can tell. Mommy's dead!" she cried.Before anyone could answer, the room shook slightly. Everything seemed out of focus for a moment, the colors shifting slightly for a brief time."What was that?" Katie asked fearfully."We're sliding back into the cycles," Melinda explained. "It was inevitable once Patrick killed the Empress. This situation had to play out as it was supposed to for the cycles to truly end. By killing her, he's interrupted the pattern." How long do we have?" Sammi asked."A week, maybe two.. I chatted for hours, swapped numbers and started meeting men, mostly older, lonely men in their homes, just to chat and receive gifts, and sometimes on certain occasions, undress and get into bed with them and lie with my bum hard against them.They liked the feel of my soft skin, other times I held them between my thighs and touched them ever so lightly, as if I had one of my own, thrilled at doing it but tinged with strange but nice feeling, being able to crush a mans sex organ against your.