Just then, a knock on the door interrupted us. I was a little annoyed (or perhaps a lot, since I enjoyed my time alone with these women). However, I s...till answered the door, only to find Heather standing there."Heather, what are you doing here?" I was truly astonished, because none of my students made a habit of visiting me at my place."Mr. Rogers, you're still alive! Thank God! Everyone's been worried, 'cause you seemed to vanish in mid-air and haven't been seen since then. I know it's. "You're right, Bemma!" Giggling, she wandered off to the nearest table, catching it before her drunken imbalance sent her to the floor. Trying to focus her eyesight on the table lying inches from her nose, Myva raised her hand to the occupants of the table."'Scuse me you fucking delightful bitches. But do you wanna fuck?"When there was no response, Myva growled, still unable to raise her head and get a look at the rude patrons. "I asks you if you wanna fuck?"Myva felt a pair of strong hands. Ali wandered around exchanging movie gossip with the other people while he worked on the hair on Connie's head. Finally, he drew back the curtains with a flourish and Ali came back in to look. He raised the back of the chair and turned it around. He had been completing the styling with the chair's back to the mirror to keep Connie from being able to see it until he was finished. Connie's jaw dropped. She was absolutely stunned. Her new hairdo was magnificent. She jumped out of the chair and. Arriving at the castle Fayrlyn was exhausted from her journey and went straight to her room to rest. Changing into a nightie she curled up in the huge soft bed and went to sleep. Darkness. Nothing but darkness. No hint of light, no moon or stars, simple nothingness. Out of the silence comes a noise. What was it? A rat? The wind? Could it have been…a ghost? No. She has more sense than that. But then again… Hot breath upon the nape of her neck. Her body stiffens. Her thoughts churning, her.