Benmore up on the invitation. He hesitated outside No.34 and looked back at the party next door. It was still in full swing with a group of guys he kn...ew making a lot of noise by the gate. Evidently they were seeing off someone because he could hear the reving of some car engine.He didn't much like parties anyhow. He went along because he was trying to fit in and do what the other guys did. He still felt an outsider, shy, and found meeting new people hard. Parties tend to make lonely people feel. My boat is in pieces along the shore. I am cut and bruised, blood oozing from my open wounds. I know I am alive. The blood tells me. I stop and listen to my blood. It is the first voice I have heard in days, months, centuries. It tells me secrets about myself, things I never wanted to know. Falling to my knees I begin to cry. Only the gulls answer me. I sit and stare across the water. On some shore I cannot see across the blue waste of water lies a place that once may have been home. I try to. Will you do that for me”, I asked?“Sure, anything you need babe”, he replied. He asked me how long I thought it would be before I would feel comfortable meeting him. I was still sooo hot I wanted to tell him to come on over but I was afraid I'd sound too eager and a complete slut to my husband so I said, "I believe you may be the man we're looking for Willie and I'd be willing for us to meet with you somewhere for coffee, dinner or whatever."I'll let you and Jack make the arrangements Willie. You have nothing to lose, since you’re going to erase my memory.” She hissed at me, “I was going to render your body incapable of movement and slap your face!” “You don’t need magic to do that. Come here and slap my face if it’ll make you feel better,” my words were cold as ice, a dare, and more fuel for her rage. “Aarrghhh! You’re impossible! Prick!” she hissed and crossed her arms. I remained silent for a few moments, giving her the option to make the next move. She had lost her cool. I.