Small candles are lit around the patio deck. They are lit on both sides of the walkway that goes into my flower garden. What I hear is the music of lo...ve and romance filling the air. He leads me to the gazebo, entwined with twinkling lights. ‘How?’ I ask, curious as to how he could have prepared all this. ‘Wishes and dreams, my love.’ He pulls me into his arms and we dance. Our bodies sway gently, as we hold each other. The warmth of his hand on my back moves through my dress, as he presses it. I don't want Mr Colcha to think we are attacking him."Dylan stayed under his mother's watchful gaze and in a moment said, "You should move the portal to a safer place he says. He then said he will not harm anybody that is not evil to him first. He also says that he knows there will be pain and that he knows that we are going to be helping if we do this."I said to Sonya, "Either take Dylan in or let him go. We have to move the base."She looked at me then said, "Dylan, go to your father. I have. It was about 10pm when we left the office. We reached the hotel by around 10:20pm.I called home and told that I have late night work (and that’s true in a sense). She too called her husband and said the same thing. On our way I asked Gayathri “Have you slept with anyone else except your husband?” She said “In USA me, my husband and his colleague John used to have threesome sex every Friday night. Sometimes we also swap our sex partners. After returning to India even sex with my husband is. Angelo Castello." You're one of them!" I shouted. "You want to hurt me!" Miss Flemming, this boy saved your life."My mind was in overload. It felt like someone was trying to stuff three pounds into a two pound bag. My heart was beating fast and the woman once again picked up my hand by the wrist and looked at the clock. Who is she? She knows my name. Yes, I'm Miss Flemming. Mrs. Wilson doesn't exist anymore."My god!" the woman exclaimed. "Your pulse is ... Angelo, you better leave." Yes, he's.