I walk quietly to the door, unsure what to expect, but certainly not what I see.You, naked, spread eagle on the bed you grew up in, atop the the color...ful bird and butterfly comforter your mother bought you six years ago, just before she passed away. You, with your back arched, holding the teddy bear I bought you 12 years ago pressed against your crotch, grinding furiously against your bald pussy. You, with your head thrown back, the decorative pillow with your first initial "N" supporting you,. Now, the drinks are thirty six dollars.’ Missy looked at me and smiled as she went back behind the bar. ‘So Miss Good Witch, what other name do you go by?’ ‘Sandi, last name is Wilcox, and you are?’ ‘Jeff Warner, and if I might add, you are one gorgeous woman. I honestly believe I know you. Even as we touch I feel so close to you. Do you feel it too?’ ‘That’s one come-on line I’ve never heard, but I will say that something is different about you. Maybe it’s the Batman costume,’ she laughed. We. I’ll get the coffee machine primed up.’ The phone went again. ‘Hi Bianca, it’s Sara Bloom. How are you dear?’ ‘Fine and you?’ ‘Great. Fiona told me you were home and that I ought to consult with you. I’m director of the Auckland Regional Visitor’s Centre and we have a city accommodation crisis – we have an over-supply of four star-plus hotel rooms and some owner’s a doing a freeze and threatening to convert their hotels into luxury apartments. That would really give us a room crisis because we. Apparently the apartment had been rented, and with this in mind, gave it no further notice as the sunset began to turn the few clouds in the sky to a rich orange and red, the sky itself becoming a deeper blue. Movement caught his eye from the apartment next door and he saw a woman opening the windows of her apartment, apparently taking advantage of the breeze as well. She looked to be in her early forties; about five foot six, with curly light brown hair spilling just over her shoulders. Matt.