" He had a determined look on his face.I wanted to tell him that revenge wasn't worth it, but realised it would be a wasted effort, and so I returned ...to concentrating on Saul. "Travelatus."I had a sensation of only travelling a short distance and I was back in a charnel house, or at least a butchers shop, with bit of bones and flesh scattered around.I found clothing for two people, high class from what I could tell, but these were now scattered around as if ripped away from their owners.I. One rainy day she was in bed with her boyfriend when, to her horror, she heard her husband's car pull into the driveway.'Oh my God - Hurry! Grab your clothes and jump out the window. My husband's home early!''I can't jump out the window. It's raining out there!''If my husband catches us in here, he'll kill us both!' she replied. 'He's got a hot temper and a gun, so the rain is the least of your problems!'So the boyfriend scoots out of bed, grabs his clothes and jumps out the window! As he ran. Each page listed one class with the requirements she'd just told me. There was also a teacher listed for each one as a faculty advisor.There was a literature class that had a list of about 30 books that were required reading. Each book had its own test that was done upon completion of the reading.The creative writing class didn't have a test but there were 12 writing assignments, ranging from two to 25 pages. Each assignment was to be turned in and graded. A passing grade was required before. ‘What’s up Henry?’ she asked as he approached, not even looking up from whatever notes she was copying. Without replying he sprayed the perfume straight at her, ‘WHA-?’ she chocked as the spray enveloped her head, going through her airways into her bloodstream and finally reaching her brain. ‘Miranda… turn around.’ he ordered as she stilled. When she turned her eyes were partially obscured by heavy lids, almost as though she was half asleep. It had worked… he felt his heart – and his dick –.