He could barely see her silhouette in the darkness.“What now?”“I need ... time.” She was catching her breath now. “It’s happening.”“Wh...at is?”“The eggs are coming.” She grabbed her stomach again and hissed. “I was injured in the wreck, so the eggs are coming sooner as a result. It’s a survival mechanism, a way for the mother to reproduce before she dies.”“Who takes care of the eggs?”“Mother nature. When they hatch, they’ll hunt on their own.” Ana winced again. “Darren ... I’m scared.”“Ana, I...”. The dressing table was always empty; I taught she kept everything inside her drawer. As I pulled out, I got a shock; her drawer was empty except a lipstick, the baby oil I wanted, and a perfume. I took out her baby oil and went downstairs. Something was running through my mind. ‘My mom has only three things to make herself pretty, comfortable and confident in front other people all the time. She used most of the money to buy me things. My god.’ I felt sad, because mom; she is a woman and woman. I think I can spare you all the details about how I obtained the source of reality and became one with it thus controlling what is and isn’t real. At that point multiple questions might be raised in the mind of someone inferior like you. Like what can I do, what can’t I do, and what will I do?What I can do? We can go with everything my dear little bug. Everything is right in my palm; the entire universe is literally in my hand right now. From tip to tip I am holding the universe like a small. If you ever want more than just a kiss, give me a call," I said, pressing the card into her hand. She put it in her purse, then looked up to me.I could see in her face she didn't want to go but knew she had to. She looked into my eyes for a long moment, flicking back and forth between them. She wanted me to give her a reason - an excuse not to go home just yet. Then she turned and glumly got in her car and drove off.I had a feeling this wasn't the last I would see of Tina.I was right in my.