Bookmen had been our next-door neighbor ever since I can remember. Her husband had left her years before for some young secretary or something, leavin...g her in pretty good financial shape and she never remarried. They never had children of their own and over the years she had always treated me as if I was her baby sister as she put it.Mrs. Bookmen had a backyard pool, and from the time I was ten or so, I was next door practically everyday during the summer. Both my parents worked and during the. "We never really took it that seriously. It was just an excuse to dress up and fool around in graveyards. It was all very silly, but I met my Gar because of it."She stared lovingly into her boyfriend's eyes and kissed him on the cheek."What happened to Jamie?" Garth asked.Ennis remembered how he, Garth, Denise and others like them had seen the satanic rituals as basically an excuse to fool around with each other. It was a way to rebel and grab some sex in the moonlight at the same time. Nobody. "Next," said the clerk.Forced past the desk by those in line behind him, Jack stumbled toward the exit. Then he turned and pushed his way back toward the petty bureaucrat, squeezing himself in at the head of the line again. He didn't make anyone happy doing this, but at the moment, he didn't care."How long?" he asked the clerk."How long what?" The clerk showed his annoyance, he had a lot of things to do and lots of people to do them to."How long before I can expect delivery?" demanded Jack.The. “I’m sorry. I was kind of mesmerized by your eyes. They’re probably the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen in person.”I could only guess she was blushing. Her cheeks were kind of a purplish color plus the way she scrunched her nose. It only made her that much cuter. The only thought I had was that I needed to concentrate to get through this without embarrassing myself any more.“Barnim, I’m flattered with how you feel about my beauty. But we have a lot to go through. Do you think you can.