Salve looked at me and asked if she could see my back and where the pain mainly is. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood up and pointed towards... my mid-back region. She promptly said, “Manish, can you come stand here (pointing right in front of her) and take off your t-shirt”.I slipped out of my white tee and stood in front of her, she asked me to turn my back towards her. Her hands start pressing into my back, sometimes my shoulders, and at other times pressing and moving her hands down. "You see anything?" she asked. The top shelf was empty. My knees wentweak and I collapsed onto the ground."No, No!" I started crying out as tears started to run down my face again.She came over to me and crouched down next to me."What's the matter? What did you find?" After a couple minutes, Isettled down and got back to my feet."The suitcases are gone - they left. Liz, hell, even Michael was tooshort to reach them. Whoever these prints belong to was tall enough toget them. She had. I’d have to take Xanax, every night, otherwise I couldn’t sleep a wink.It wasn’t only me. Marco, the others, they’d been looking rough as well, their complexions sallow...I was starting to believe the school itself to be a ghost or maybe a vampire that was sucking away our collective life force, cruelly drinking away our vitality and sleep...Marco told me after breakfast that the lecture stage in his classroom collapsed as he and two of his students stood on it. Luckily, besides a couple bumps. He looked at her, seated next to him, and said, "Ms. Molly, are you trying to get me drunk?"Molly blushed. "Too strong?"Greg shook his head. "Delightfully strong. You'd make a great barmaid. You've got the three talents needed for the successful bartender: liberal use of the booze, a strong will, and a beautiful body." Greg was beyond shame at this point, and didn't react when he saw Molly blush, except to take another sip from the drink, and watch as Molly lifted her own to her mouth. He.