She was different, though. Long red hair, pale white skin, one of those quiet girls who had a crazy side. She'd told him she was some kind of witch, a...nd it just added spice to his imagination. He was looking for a good time, but then she turned possessive.One night with him and she thought they were an item, thought it was time to start shopping for wedding rings."You're a crazy bitch," he said. "It was one night, that's all. I'm a man who needs a lot of women."She got this greenish look in her. She was also white as a sheet."David?" She looked from me to Amber and back again. "But you said ... Oh my god! You're her master? You're Jimmy?" Yes." And you're sixteen?" I'm afraid so." Oh ... my ... God! This isn't happening. I'm dreaming! That's it; I must be dreaming." Actually, yes," I said, "but that doesn't really change anything. We are in a dream, but it's not your dream; it's mine." What?" she said. "That makes no sense." I know," I said, trying to sound as understanding as. Connie sat at one of the coveted window tables in the Cornelia Street Cafe. From time to time, Famous People walked by. One had even entered and was sipping a decaffeinated espresso at another table while other patrons pretended not to look at her. Connie had no inhibitions about staring till she was sure. After that, she was more interested in watching the street for Kimberly.As she thought about what she planned, she rubbed her tightly jean-clad thighs together. Just the memory of Kim's lush. A moment later, I could recognize Laura’s form as she stepped out of the car.“Hi, Laura, are you alone?”“Yes, we were sure that they would have suspected something if anybody else had left.”Then I could hear her taking a deep breath, and I was sure that I was going to get an earful.“No, Laura, not now. We need to get going. Look, here are Jeanie and her kid brother, Zachery. She’s fifteen and been orphaned, but without her help, I wouldn’t be here now. Louise is there resting and I’ll carry her.