”The flames roar as they rise higher into the air. Samantha flinches, drawing her legs in closer, trying to escape the heat pouring out from the fla...mes. She shakes from fear. Yet fear is nothing more than an emotion, a useless emotion. She can’t shake it off though. She looks around, trying to fight the fear that holds her.There! A man! Of my fucking ... it’s Spencer!He lies on a small island surrounded by hot liquid magma. He is in the same situation as she. The flames threaten to swallow him. The honeycomb shades did the trick. In fact, it was practically dark enough to load film canisters, if I was still developing my own film. I'd stopped that a couple of years ago when I finally ran out of steam. Six rolls from a long weekend at Yosemite, and in my rush to develop them and see what I had I told myself that the developer I had from a couple of months ago would be good enough. It wasn't.I remember that afternoon. My stomach knotted as though I was going to throw up. I felt a lead. Roy shut the door, but didn'tlock it. Watching him walk around the bed and started to taking hisclothes off. This was now getting really strange."What are you doing," I said for the first time that night in a malevoice? Immediately I got up and moved away from the bed, backing againstthe wall. Roy was totally naked and had a raging hard on."Well you see I had planned on this being just the two of us, but sinceyou looked to be enjoy yourself as a girl as much as you are I figure Iwould complete. Her mom said nothing we got it for now. We were getting ready to leave and her mom asked if I would close the attic and put the ladder away first. While her mom was looking threw the boxes I whispered to the wife to come with, when we got down the hall I told her that I think her mom got a show and told her what happened. She said go up there and stand like you were and let me see. When I got up there I looked down and she was standing there smiling shaking her head yes. I closed the attic and.