I knocked harder. "Are you okay?"Silence. My heart quickened its beat.I pounded on the door. "I'm opening the door!" I shouted, worry pricking at my h...eart, urging it to beat faster and faster. My hand shook as I grasped the doorknob and swung it open.My lover, my beautiful Arab vixen, was pale as she lay back in my tub. The water was rose coloured. The knife bloody on the white tiles of the floor. My heart stopped. I could only stare in horror. Ohmygod! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! My thoughts. I was doing a good job chatting her up, but then her friend called her over somewhere else, and I felt pretty rejected at the time, but meh. I moved onto the seat she left that was more in the circle to talk to some other friends. I was a bit of a popular subject because I was leaving soon. A while later, after some more shots with this group, Jess returned, and was demanding her seat back. She was a bit tipsy herself, and I was a bit worse, with those extra shots, more light headed. I jokingly. Then he paused. "Do you have a camera?" Yeah. I've got a 35mm Leica." No, ninny. A digital camera." No. Why would I need one?" Do your parents have a computer? Does Weena's dad have a computer?" Yes and yes." They're going to want pictures. Even you and Weena will want pictures. But you can take pictures and email them and they can print 'em or send 'em on. That's what we do for Michiko's parents. They get pictures every few days of Rachel and Rachel with Michiko. I don't count any more. You'd. "You do amaze me always withyour creativity, and looking at him like this, I can see why you usehim." Sorry, but Heidi is never available to me like she should be," saidVeronica, annoyed. "I don't mean to complain, but she does not put in theeffort that I need." I know," nodded Miss Opal. "She's been a problem for some time now,hasn't she?" You damn well know she has," exclaimed Veronica frustrated. "She wassupposed to cut her hair last week like we have in the contract anddidn't show. Then we.