I had so much I wanted to tell her, but I knew that I would never hear from her again. And yet, I wondered. Maybe, she would punch through to my world... again and we could talk. That’s all I wanted — to simply talk with her. At night I often woke up with my dreams slipping away and I would think of her. She felt close to me as though she were in the room next door. And I would fall asleep again wondering what she was doing. Was she married? What did she do for a living? What did she look like? In. "OMG, I can't believe I finally get to take a break. I had so much homework this week, and I'll have to get back to studying tomorrow. I'm letting my brain rest tonight though. I never thought I'd say this when you first got me to pose topless, but I am itching to get out of all my clothes and pose for you Mom. I just want to be naked, and perfectly still, and let my mind wander."Meagan's enthusiasm was infectious. Debbie felt her heart start to race at the prospect of painting her two favorite. I'd take it seriously if I was you, I always do, well, I do now anyway.Decadence Dance ? by: Jennifer Richardson.The nightclub was loud, the temperature near boiling and people weren't wearing very much if anything at all. The height of summer, the height of the rave scene in the mid eighties and a time when dropping the odd tablet to help you through the night was common place. There were more people bombing on acid than there were who were drunk, a world that was seemingly out of focus for. Her mother entered to say what she said.“I have a test, Mom,” she said, nodding toward the books and papers spread out on the desk in front of where she was sitting.“Candace this can’t wait. You can finish up studying later,” said Ava.“Mom?” said Candace.“Come down, Candace, your dad is waiting in the library,” said Ava.“Mom ... okay,” said Candace, reacting to her mom’s imperative tone. She rose and followed the mistress of the house down to the second floor of the three-story mansion.The two.