"Honey, I'm not alone, I have Mary and Jim here. I'm getting along fine, and Mary and I have always been close; she needs me. We love talking about ol...d times. She has her good days and her bad days."Then her daughter would talk and Dorothy would continue. "Jim is a Godsend; he comes over and helps me with any house repairs. He mows the yard and does whatever needs to be done. I love the man, Mary is lucky to have him." I saw a smile cross her face. She didn't know I could see and hear her.As. If you want to pray to someone, pray to me!"She sneered as she bore her teeth, and tipped her vial, pouring the clear liquid inside it, out over his face. He started to scream in ear-piercing agony, as his skin began to bubble and boil wherever his skin was wetted by the liquid.She floated off the bed, and watched with a satisfied smile, as he grabbed at his head and began tearing at his own face. With his nails, he scratched and clawed, trying desperately to rip the pain off of his boiling. Sorry, I forgot to mind my business. I'll be cool, no sweat."Making their way over to one corner of the room they sat at a table. Both were stunned at the turn of events and the manner in which the other patrons had continued on about their business. Before Ginger could comment on what had happened, a waitress with definitely mannish ways suddenly stood next to them. Her attention was on Bruno as he ordered, but her eyes were on Ginger.When she went away to get the drinks, Ginger leaned. An active social gathering took place after each of these services and the so-called Inner Circle stayed on for longer. During the week, on Wednesday evenings, there was a meeting of the Men’s Group, where a solid core of male members gathered for some social interaction. The conversations at these meetings did not touch on the latest offerings from Mercedes, BMW and Jaguar, far from it. It was a members only group and anyone wanting to join was subjected to a strict screening regime before.