“Why not?” “I don’t know any of them,” Matt hesitated, “they’re all strangers.” “That’s the whole point,” replied Emma, “Two p...eople who have never met before, they click with each other,” she clicked her fingers making a very audible noise, “They are attracted like two magnets, not gravity, that’s too subtle, it has to be a strong force. The force is unbearable, their lust escalates, they strip their clothes off each other and they fuck. Now, who’s in charge?” Her words pounded into his skull. It tore at him. He knew that his personal problems would have to wait. He wondered if he had the integrity to stand up to it. If Glenda had allowed him, he would have helped her fight her employer’s edict. He had his own money to hire lawyers, and contacts to help her find a new job. The pension problems were real enough, but were only the surface of Glenda’s agony. The Northwestern position is what she had carved out for herself, starting over two decades ago, from the ashes of what had become. ''You interest me, cleaner. What's your name?''Dermot. What's yours?''Do you really want to know? I want to be your Leannán Sí.'This surprises him. 'A Celtic vampire?'He feels her amusement. 'Shall we put that thrice-damned lie to the test? Write a poem for me.''I do some writing, but I'm no poet.'Gentle warmth flows through him. 'I would like you to write a poem for me.''I don't think I can.' The rising heat is now more seductive. She is exploring all of him at once. Her invisible tongue duels. I would. she boasted. Okay, lets go then but dont leave me today Sara. Please?! Nica pleaded to her. Of course I wont! she grabbed Nicas hand. Sara drove from Nicas house to school which takes about 15 minutes, she never letting go of Nicas hand the whole way there. They have been best friends for the past twelve years since they first met in kindergarten age four. Nica had just moved to live with her Aunt Monica a month before hand when her parents were killed in a car accident were she.