"Remember satisfaction guaranteed or your money back", she said winking at her. Sharon now noticed something on the clerk's nose she either originally... overlooked when she first came in or it wasn't there earlier; a small mole on the right nostril of the clerk. Sharon took the sack and started out the door, when she turned around to make sure she had gotten everything, she noticed the clerk who had just taken her money was no where to be seen. 'Oh well, been breathing too much smog I guess', she. “You slut!” you scream into the screen as you end the call and your relationship with Joe. You glance around, but nobody seems to have picked up on your outburst. Thoroughly depressed, you down your drink and prepare to leave.“Are you okay, beautiful?” asks a strange man approaching the bar.You tell him that you’ve just been dumped and your boyfriend was a cheat anyway, you’re heading home but he offers to buy you a drink. You are going to say no, but the guy is quite cute and, best of all, has. I stared back, and dropped my gaze to those lips, biting mine in response and raising my hand to caress my throat. His body tensed and his head whipped back to the front of the class as my teacher asked another useless question. “Relax,” I purred, and this time let my hand drift to his lap and drop there. Something big pushed against my fingers, and I gently prodded back. He left out a sharp breath and grabbed my wrist, but he didn’t move my hand.“Are you insane? What are you…,” but he didn’t. "You could do so much better."It affects you, you know for a fact it does. Your relationships fail, you can't hold onto your jobs, your pursuits result in nothing. You believe it, it bothers you. You know it's correct but in a way that you can't describe. Days of failure slide into months which slide into years. The good news becomes a fluke, the bad news becomes the expected.One day, you ask it how.The second birth is one of fire. The small and insignificant person you were is scorched away.