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CHAPTER ONE His scent&hellip.I can still smell it in the coffee. I thought this was over. Done and finished with to be no more again. But these were his final words to me before I went far away from where he could follow me to. With a staid and heavily serious expression, he looked into my vigilant and alert damn eyes to tell me the harsh and cruel-like words themselves: "You think you can succeed to get away from me.

The honest truth is that you can barely triumph to do anything like that. I will be there with you wherever it is that you run to. I will haunt you always and without any fail. You will not live to see the joy and happiness of life itself.

I swear on this. You will not ever!" I am all alone. Everyone has already gone by now. I am still seated and fixed still here, typing and resolving out a few things that Turner will want to see finished and carried through by the dawn of the coming day, Thursday that is. Well, I should finish this up quickly and get on going my way.

I probably and definitely should. I am not dragging any helplessly tired foot out of this office up till I am through and finished with the present task at hand.

It is cold and chilly outside here. Midtown Las Vegas. Damn it! I forgot to carry and bring my coat with me here for work. And now I will have to suffer and pay for that silly damn mistake of mine.

Crap it straight into the bin. I have no alternative than to pull through the whole nasty and excruciating ordeal. As I make my way through the restless people, I wonder what it will be like if I were to meet Charles anew. He is the monster&hellip.he has always been the monster, who won't rest until he has devoured and consumed me up into nothingness. Oh God! Does it have to turn out like this again? Huh? I expected to find some cabs here at the Trill Manor Junction Square.

Rather, I see and sight absolutely nothing at all. What does this have to mean? I take a tramcar or maybe a public train straight damn to my apartment. Schroeder must be waiting.

Hard; restless like a bee that has not yet come across that valuable and precious something. I wonder why she hasn't called me already&hellip.I only wonder&hellip.I call her up instead. "Hey. You have expecting me to come there?" "No. And I wouldn't miss you if you slept out there in the cold or whatever damn shack you feel like napping your head on." "Sorry to disappoint you.

I am actually on my way there." "Alone?" "Alone. I got from the office quite a little bit late. I thought you were supposed to process and read that on your own, or were not you, sweet babe?" "No problem, Tori. I will be waiting though. Safe journey on your part!" I make it late to the rail station. I am expecting that they have closed by now. I will have no choice but to get on a public bus. Three hours of walking? I can't bear it anymore. I have gone on foot enough already this early morning.

It is now night, and somebody with a sick and wicked mind that you don't know might attack and assault you for no even sound reason. I have heard enough of such horror stories already. And I don't want to be on another episode of The Tragic Most Things That Might Happen To You with Brody Cooper interviewing and interrogating me through the whole painful memory memorial phase.



It is twenty minutes now since I have been last walking on the street alone there. I am perched and stooled down at some Rail Depot—I forgot to call up and even swot up its name. This shouldn't be terrible though. What matters is that I get home—straight into Courtney's arms and tell her what the hell I've been through and for what purposes exactly. Yeah……yeah! Enough of this silly brain talk now. The tramcar is moving slowly and bit by bit.

I feel like I should kick and smash its windows up for eating and chewing up my time very slowly and annoyingly before my very face and eyes. Yeah! Even yell and shout at the driver like the hornet of a big, awful train itself. What is he thinking? Wait a second! Has not he been drinking too much liquor—huh? There is a couple seated right there in front of me, chatting and smiling and laughing to themselves. How do I know they are wed and jingled-the-bell-up. Well, the way the are postured and positioned in the face of the other&hellip.it is all so obvious and evident.

If that's not truthfully so, maybe one of them is preferably married, possibly the man who looks very much older and senior than the poor girl my age. Hmnnnn. She is going out with grandpa, right? Bad choice! It is not that I envy and feel jealous for her. I don't. I just question if he really and to the fill makes her intensely and incredibly happy. What about you yourself, Tori?

My conscious asks and conjectures me. Me? I am happy and very much free with the way I am myself. Okay. This is my plan for now.

First work hard and diligently in life. Then after that find someone worth your attention to marry and settle down with. Maybe I should do the actual opposite. Like throw myself into the big pool of love and then seek my life and goals and desires later on? No way. It would be torture to me, I swear.

I just what to get what I want to nab first, and then nab and hold on to other things later on. Back in the Cape, so many people who knew me were every time wondering why I never became jealous at all if they happened to be paired into strings and groupings of two that romantic and affectionate way.

My dreams come first just like my precious damn life itself. I don't want anything to get in my way. Unfortunately and very much sadly, a lot more way things than I thought possible have harassed and badgered me up. But that has not stopped me from fighting to be where I want to get myself to.

Love careless sometimes can ruin up your entire building. Better keep it in watch and safeguard than regret it later on. Okay, I could have stayed with Charles or Sadie, made them both wildly happy and in seventh heaven……all at the expense of risking what I have long worked for and wanted to have in life? Hell no! I was faced with a choice. I had to choose between them and my coming self.

And I went for the later. Like they say, no sacrifice comes without a cost. I had to suffer some things just to lose them and thereafter in the end score the ball into the goal post and triumph furiously. I hope I don't have to come to this scenario again. Finally, I am a few bearable steps away from home. As I walk in the breezing and fanning cold, I am thinking of what else I have to do with my coming spare time.

Yes. I can be sort of a careless and unthinking alcoholic most frequently of the times. But then there are times that a thoroughly tired and to the inch beat exhausted lazy me do not do any sort of work. I am thinking. What better way than to fall in love. Yes, it would be wonderful and beautifully great indeed.

I mean…&hellip.I am good-looking and socially standard and average in character and deeds. It would be not be that much hard to find love here and any goodly shoulder that I can lean and brace myself on.

Stop it, Tori. Don't think about love……it will just come to you on an unexpected moment, and you better just keep your heart open and highly willing to receive it. At times I do feel that I am left out and lagging behind in this love thing. But then I hardly and barely am not. My heart and instincts tell me so. If I die young and beautiful without ever deeply and heavily falling in love then that will be it.

If I do, the excellent and better still. Dying young again? It can easily happen&hellip.it has taken place so many times with so many people after all. When I push open the door, I see Courtney perched and seated down there on the mammoth brown couch where she is typing up and surfing something on the net on her laptop. What? A dating site? She is dating Gavin now and they both met on some dating website online. Of course! Things don't have to end online there. They have met and hanged out with each other a couple times now.

"Chatting with Gavin?" I ask her coolly and steadily as I close the door behind me. "Kind of," she replies calmly and sedately. "He is in some night club right now with his guy friends.

I wonder what manners and mentalities they are etching up into him. I hope it doesn't affect and touch me, or will it, Tori?" "You know how guys are like. You can't restrain them from what they want to be—or can you?" "You are right there, sweet buddy." "Good. What is there to eat for supper if I may ask?" "Am I your cook?" She gives me that go-find-out-in-the-kitchen-yourself look that is a bit impolite and bitter to some marginal extent.

Fuck her for it! Jeez! This girl and her bossy behavior!

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It drives me nuts and crackers like I am going to choke and throttle her up on the throat. Seriously! Our kitchen is sizeable but not so big again, neither is it that inconsiderably and helplessly small either.

No, it is not. It is well and nicely kept. All so magically and beautifully clean. If you see it, you will be like, "This certainly has to be polished up for some perfect GO-SPOTLESS advert." Courtney and I always like it this trim and immaculate way.

What must I eat for tonight, huh? A cup of yoghurt will do, with boiled eggs and Italian Pane Siciliano bread and the Chinese Keanu Reaves chicken salads and a bit slice of Berwick—or is it Bacon sandwich?

Whichever name is suitable. That is what I want to gobble and guzzle up for tonight. Seriously; dummy! Once in the living room, I seat and entrench myself right next to Courtney. She is there on her laptop, busy typing and scribbling up. "So what is going on here if I may ask—pardon me, girl, but I have to be snoopy and dowdy with you just this time around alone?" Her eyes wander to me and then stray back to her laptop screen.

"It is just that…&hellip.I am telling him not to misbehave and annoy me up. If he does, I won't forgive or let him off for it." My god!

This woman here with her long flowing red hair is extremely beautiful. I, on the contrary, have long cascading chestnut brown hair and dark goldish skin and sparkling amber-like eyes. Yes. I am from Western Cape in South Africa and my name is Tori Wolf.

Before I moved my way here, I was back there in the tip and farthest south of Africa, trifling and messing around with Charles Berlusconi. The only thing I want right now is to have him kicked and booted mercilessly out of my heart and life itself. He has no rightful and deserving place here. Screw him for that! "And you? You are still thinking about Charles Berlusconi right?" My God! It is slightly a little bit painful to accept that I would devote my priceless and golden moments over just fantasizing and drooling about him.

Well, this is not the actual and verifiable truth. I once loved him. So much indeed; but not anymore!

I can't escape him now. He is part of my history and gone life itself.

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And I have to live with him in my heart without loving him up till the day that I breathe my last in this little small sick world of ours. It is the same on his part too. The guy is dazzlingly beautiful, you don't always get around to see his type anyhow, and he has lots and lots more of girls or even less or just one like he wants to. I have literature.com and Hollywood celeb gossip-up life myself. Yes. I am so much interested and absorbed in Hollywood and its glamorous celebrities.

I do work for some Paparazzi agency here in Las Vegas part time. I lost Charles. He lost me. We both lost each other, but the truth is that I would never be more happier than I am now if I were with him. He has got another totally different life from mine. He wants to be a Pastor, I dare hear. He wants to be The Ladies' Best Man, I dare unravel. I want to embrace and love Hollywood. There is no way we can fit in together like this. I will want to write and write all latest celebrity articles, and he will be there, telling me I should rather stop and sing 'Amazing Grace' for him continually.

I will want to fan and follow my favorite stars, and he will be looking upon them and their achievements to be nothing other than the works and master-crack-pieces and organizations of the Great Illuminati itself. I will be a wicked remediless devil before his very eyes and face. I just don't mean to say that I cannot be spiritual and very much godly focused. I can be!

But will and shall evermore be very different in deeds and tastes. I want to eat the Bologna sandwich. He wants hell-names-what inexistent sandwich. "I am not thinking about Charles Berlusconi, Courtney. Or maybe you want me to start drooling and falling madly in love with him all over again?" "No, Tori.

I didn't say that." "Then don't make me think about him another time. Or if you dare do, know that he is not the most important thing that matters to me in my life right now.

You hear that, chocolate girl?" "Sure, candy sexy Tori." "Thanks by the way. Who told you I am hot damn sexy?" "Don't talk as if I don't see you strutting about naked girl on your way to the Jacuzzi. You have a so hot body just like mine that you should let be enjoyed and relished in." "Not for now, silly intelligent girl. Drop the act—please, I add kindly." "Fine." She has almost given up on me. Wow! This neighborhood is the most perfect and to some dimension not roughly noiseless.

I have lived in places before that were noisy and drumming incessantly like a rock musical concert that starts without any sure and distinct ending. At least everyone here seems to be minding their own business.

Or if they are not, they are not all that overly snoopy doggy type so as to make a living out of spying on other people's lives and advancements and downfalls. I know what I am describing here. I have met and seen it with my own eyes before! "So, girl, what do you think 'bout falling in love this time around again?" Courtney asks me noiselessly and gently calm.

I am thinking……Tori falling in love again? It would be wonderfully cool. But whom does this has to be this time 'round? "I don't know. What about you?" "You deserve to be in love, man! Go think it all over again." I laugh out loud. "I have waited for this moment so long. To be twenty-five, free, and to fall so deep in love thoughtlessly and without any bit of worries about it." "As in what people will say and talk about you?" "I don't care about that.

People unfailingly talk. I see no reason why they should stop talking about me being in love. They must carry on with their truth and lie blended dirty talk, but I do not care or give any slightest mite damn. I can be in love with whomever it is that I feel like. I cannot be in love if I don't want to. This is not a forcing matter; and this is not a people-shying and shrinking matter." "It is good to learn that you have grown this fast already, freaky girl." "Thank you—I really appreciate it." "So can I bring him over?" Holy shit!

Who now? Who has been eyeing and thinking of hearts and roses about me? Who is this one? I always feel very much uncomfortable being looked and espied at like……crap! As a matter of fact, I am not able to look people in the eyes and face for that relatively long either. If I do, it will not be me but somebody else. That is just how I am. And some people find this to be seriously and terribly annoying of me.

I don't just care. But I can be nagging and a pain in the ass most of the times. It is just I have to work hard at concealing it. But this one, considering that he has been looking at me without my attention and awareness, I am not bothered or stressed up by it at all.

No—I am not shy. I am just very much conscious and overreacting at times. "Who is this WHO, Courtney?" "I won't reveal his name to you, but I just want you to know that somebody has been observing and monitoring you seriously." Oooooh! I didn't know or expect that either. Who could he be? Do I know him or not? I can't tell this too soon. No way possible! I have studied how I fall in love and came up with this discovery: If I fall in love with someone good and peacefully well at start, we will end up violently and dramatically and scandalously.

But if I step into love with hatred and bitterness and non-peacefulness, then we will end up well and beautifully. This was so true with Charles himself.

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I started hating and despising him, and in the long run, we were both tender and affectionate and dearest and blah&hellip.blah………blah. But like they say, not every fairy tale is meant to last happily ever after.

I could have been everything that he wanted me to be. I would have tallied and remained long in his presence so he can come and spend wonderful, glorious times with him. At first I was almost all this until it clicked in me that falling in love with him would change me and my gleeful visions and whole being and self into someone that I would not have wanted to be in the first place.

And that's what made me become indifferent and negligent to him. I deeply want someone that I can relate to and share the same or if not harmonizing then corresponding world with. And that someone is not Charles Berlusconi either.

"So who is this one, Courtney?" I ask eagerly and patiently. I can't wait to hear that valuable name. Not that I am in love with him already. No way possible. I just want to know who it is. I mean is he worth the sacrifice and everything else. "You shall be meeting him on the rightful good time. That's all, Tori. Goodnight for now." And off she goes straight to her bedroom, leaving me wondering and thinking about everything that she has said.

Someone interested in me? It must be a total joke. I was not looking forward to anything like this, or was I? No way. In my bed, I can't sleep. I close my eyes and I see him there. Charles Berlusconi. Why won't he leave me alone? I don't want to think about him or even see him. But he is just there in my reality and imaginary world. Whenever I notice and realize that I am starting to fall for him deeper and deeper again, I do everything in my power and will to forget and erase him from my objections and heart.

I can't go on like this………I have to be with someone else in order to forget him. Only then will he stop harassing and badgering me up as he will be fully aware that I am no longer his but part and whole parcel of someone else. I find myself thinking back to this particular day. I am at Kaapstad Church with Ally, walking outside when a Charles-Berlusconi age mate says out raucously as if asking someone else, "Hey you, where is my woman, huh?

Where is she?" Oh, he is meaning Mirth. Tori's natural rival. I am also wondering where she is. Where are you, Mirth, please? Your guy man here wants you, dear!? Before long, Charles appears from that other side. He is with his sibling brother, walking gracefully and assuredly. Then they stand still and begin to click-clack something on their phones.

This is not the first time they are playing this kind of game on me! I don't know what their plans and intentions are, but whatever it is that they want from me, they are not going to get or win it. No way will I let that happen. I am determined to slip away from his trap and catch on the other hand too. It may be painful; but then it is not any bit painful at all.

I have to get away from him. Fast; hurriedly; and assuredly too. Even if they growl and snarl at me like gone-mad-dogs at me for that. I have to do it. I have done it before after all—and I can do it well and excellently again. Mirth is the most beautiful girl that I have ever met. She lives in me, Tori. She is part of me. We are both different in nature and behavior and characteristics. She is just there inside me—my helpful conscious, the voice that always speaks in my mind and tells me what to do and what not to.

She is a being and person of her own, and I know that one soon coming day, she will manifest herself to me in her own full beauty and glory and attractiveness. For now, her beauty is of gentle quietness and as if it has never had being at all. Charles.

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That is the name that rings in my mind like a bell when I wake up. I can see him. Right there before me. I know what he is. I know what he does, which no one else does not really know and are even fully conscious of.

Mirth made it all clear and apparent to me much to my own shock and mesmerism. Enough of this silly mentality now. Ah-ah!

Life does not begin and end with him. I was born and raised up without him after all. I will die without him in the very end. No wonder I must be in love any sooner from now. I don't want Charles' name echoing and pealing in my nasty damn quiet mind and his handsomely face bothering and tormenting me up.

Some other name must be ringing in my mind like sweet music. My heart and whole naked self must belong to someone else. I have to be in love sooner than possible so that I can forget and be over Charles. Yes! Very quickly indeed! Whew!

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What a relief it shall be for me only then! Courtney is up early. Las Vegas is very busy town and place, I am aware. So preoccupied and active just like most towns here in the USA and the overall world itself. DUH-UH! "Good morning, Tori," she whispers and hisses to me in between a seemingly crucial phone call. Of course! It is obvious that she is talking and shooting the breeze up with Garvin Wright. He is her man and protector after all.

He has every right in the world to talk with his girl and learn what she is doing and what she is as well up to. And me myself? I have Hollywood to spare me the die with envy and jealousy phase. Fast to my online world. What's fresh and trending here in TINSELTOWN? Holy shit…&hellip.some newly celebrity has gotten her first big ever role in a $95 million budget action horror movie about zombies and the undead and I have that opportunity and chance to interview her about it.

Yes. I shall work my way into it early this afternoon. Celebrities are cool, fashionable people. I know. They are human, and not THE ALL SUPREME AND SOVEREIGN GOD. For that we must not worship and idolize them. Too sad this is not the case. Many and so often a time, their fans revere and look up to them like they are really divine and worth the Godly statues.

I wonder. Are such fans merely jocular and fooling around or are they serious and kill-dame-hater state devoted and attached to it. I can't truly tell. And I myself being a celebrity? Have I ever imagined that?

Oh yes—we all have, in those relatively silly and unrealistic moments. But you know what? Reality always has a nasty little surprise for us, or does not it? Some of us come to be bigger or smaller celebrities themselves whether we like it or not, we plan it or not, we kill for it or not—and the rest of us will always have something valuably and far much important to do in our lives.

That is just life. Don't envy a Hollywood star human, they are much the same just like you, only that they are more loaded in their pockets&hellip.and more importantly, famous.

This—my most beautiful Mirth advices and counsels me frankly. I don't want to be star, mama! I am tempted to wish and dream to be like one every passing minute, but I know that I will not be either in this life or the one to come if opted for by me. Work is the usual. Enjoyable and interesting in the early hours of the morning, and then tedious and unbearably exhausting as the sun goes on.

I work at The Young's by morning. Not a full-time employee. I do part-time work. They haven't shifted and crossed me over into their full-time category yet. Only after they have seen how good or worse I work and how worthy or not I am for the consummate employee sort of office and assignment. We are into advertising and marketing here.

And I handle all the receptionist duties and obligations. Mr. Logan Hamilton is my boss. I am under his charge and direction. His office is just a few breaths next to my small comfortable desk that has got a very expensive Mac computer and technological equipment displayed and accommodated on it. The building itself is all high and soaring and thirty-two floored up.

But not so is my job title and wages scale itself. I make up to $35,000.00 per year, and I am very much happy and satisfied about it. When toiling in the afternoon at the Graham House of Paparazzi, I make a bit lot much more there depending on how successful and triumphant I have been in my endeavors and achievements.

If I do well, I get paid well. If I do badly, even the pay and all the other allowances are bad as well. The highest thing I sold was about $15000.00, and I got a small tiny 1% of that. Seriously! That is just life on my part, and I have come to learn to accept and embrace it. It be for better, for worse still: for richer, for poorer: for beautiful, for uglier still.

I don't know how 'Great' or 'small' I will be in life. I just keep going and carrying on with everything that befalls me. I know that I do not have my life and destiny under my wish and control. If I did, I could be all the great-most things that I want to be in life. But then I am not. Neither am I horribly awful and poorly either.

I am not high, but then again I am not any low. Thank God for it! Courtney Schroeder. She comes from an agreeably wealthy and affluent background.

Some rumors suppose that her father is a grand multimillionaire himself. On the phone, she is always liken, "Hey daddy, you know what? My five old month car just broke up.

I really need a new one. Will you do me a favor of getting me it? Momma, can you believe I saw this beautiful Gucci dress at some shopping mall. Even Tori here liked it. I want you to spoil your girl a little bit by buying her it.

Will you please? It is just two thousand dollars, mother! Cole. I need you to deposit XXXX dollars into my Barclays Bank account. That's an order from Dad and not me." For all this, I do not envy or plot to kill her with my own two bloody hands. She is all rich because she is lucky. I wish her well even though I am not entitled to the very same privileges as her.

Yeah! Keyshawn Gibson is the freshest Hollywood big break trending now. Only time will prove how big she is to be. For now, she has appeared in over eight hit movies as a supporting cast and she is as of presently making her first ever film starring in 'Clawed' as Suey Eastwood, an Irish top most assassin who gets hired to kill the American president.

She has never failed with her former targets, but will she this time around? Regardless, I am going to interview Key Gib in person this very present day and I must prepare and do my beforehand and earlier-on Internet research and survey about her. Will you come join me? I feel like my very own heart is bleeding—or is not it?

I can't be late for this interview with Keyshawn. No way. This is something big and more important than I have ever done before. Of course! She is not the highest, top-most celebrity that I have ever interviewed.

Not certainly! Whoops! I have to make my leave right now—right away, without any slight or tiny tad bit sort of delay. Yep-yuppy!

It is dark and dreary-like outside here. The sky is all this limitless and boundless. I can feel the cold bite and chew into my flesh as I walk in the early night that is so packed and thronged with so many people huddling and bustling about. I feel kind of bored and very much ill at ease. Thus I fetch my iPod music player, then carefully plug in my earphones, and start playing on some slow but romantic track of music. In this life, can we ever live happily and blissfully without romance?

Of course! Easily and painlessly still as a matter of fact. No wonder I have to enjoy being single for this little bit while before I start to belong and be hold in the tender and caring and affectionate arms of someone else.

Yuwl! I am supposed to walk and move faster than I already now am advancing. I hardly and barely don't know why I am going so slowly and unhurriedly. I guess that I am tired. I like my things done fast and brilliantly smart. Before now, I was a tediously slow and laggard person whom someone could hardly yell and snap at—pointing out at how much of a tortoise and less more of a leopard I actually was in getting things done.

Oh my! These old, boring, but vigorously exciting memories of mine? I love and cherish them! It is more dark and dreary still on this narrow street and alley. I barely even notice it. Up till I look behind and think that I saw a cat meow and then rush down the street after me. I stop and peer at it more closely with due attention this time. And I discover that it is not any cat after all.

But instead three darkly-seeming men with weird and scary-like looking hats on their heads and some things grasped and clutched in their hands. Shit! They are running and chasing after me. I have to speed my way quickly. I barely don't know what it is that they wielding in their hands and it might be knives or axes or anything that American Chainsaw crappy scary stuff.

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These things have happened before, and they can easily happen to me as well. Run, Tori, run—my conscious and instincts guide and steer me. I make haste here and straight away. I am wearing high heels today. I didn't want to put them on.

Courtney poked fun at me back at our apartment that I looked funny and silly in a knee-high blue skirt matched with a turquoise colored-like shirt that has lovely purple and green stripes marked and emblazoned all over it. I had first worn flat shoes with this. "Put on those clack-y, feisty, and taddy bit sort of Teddy Bear looking highs of yours, girl," she had snorted out at me while giggling and sniggering out to herself.

I agreed with her, and I did like she told and instructed me to. I try my best to move as fast and charily as I can. I pass my way into the following street, and it is here that I gather and hastily pick up my speed all the more high and nippy.

Yes. I must toil and endeavor my best until I leave those strange and frightening-looking men behind me. I quickly and instantaneously sneak my way into another quiet and desolate street.

At least it is all quiet and calm here. It sure and definitely is. Once I am here—just so I don't attract the attention and awareness of those gruesome men following me behind, I quicken and step up my pace, gracefully mild and chaste-fully considerate on the other hand.

What a relief this definitely must be for me! Just as I am about to head off into another street; a man, large and muscular-like looking, looms up straight into my view suddenly and abruptly to hit and crash me. I have not seen him or even suspected his presence and being here.

What is he looking here at this early hour of the evening? I am thinking this when Mirth, my bothersome and snappy-doggy-sort-of spy-enjoying conscious steps in much to my discomfort and annoyance: What are you also looking for here yourself, Tori, at such an early awful hour of the evening?

I don't want to answer her back—or else mine would be angry and disrespectful or even insulting words. I simply tell her: Shut up, you dirty Mirth! If you don't have anything to do, you better seal yourself up in that troubled brain of mine and seek something else better and significant to do. Honestly speaking, I am shocked. This man here—he is terribly and wonderfully handsome.

He reminds me of Charles. Charles was one of the most wonderful and dazzling ever beautiful creations that I have ever met. And so is this man. Wait a minute&hellip.could he be his unquestionable and handsomely brother?

I can't tell that for now. I shrink away from the man. He is holding a small beautiful dog in his hand—a nicely growing up puppy I should rather say clear-cut—and the moment he notices me flinch and recoil away from him, he sets it down carefully and steadily slow so that he walk over to me with his hands thrown high and soaring up into the air. Is this a total surrender from him or what?

"Sorry to frighten you, miss. I want you to know that I am a very trusted man and there is no hell way on earth I could be capable of injuring and hurting you." All American psychos overuse that to lure in their victims.

How so true are his words? I look and examine him again. Yes. He is neatly and impeccably dressed. In a neat and exquisite black suit even. Is he going for some function?

With whom precisely? His girlfriend, of course, you silly girl! That must be Mirth. She better behave herself for he own good and benefit. Seriously! "Who are you?" I ask him quietly and with an icky-echoing tone. I gulp down my throat straight just after this. Has he made out already how nervous and fearful I am?

"I am Rhys Ty Jonas. I want you to know that you can always trust and have faith and confidence in me. I mean no any sort of harm to you—honestly speaking." "I am Tori Wolf. I am just coming from work now, and I am going to take my leave straight off if you don't mind that." "Wait…wait&hellip.please," he begs and entreats me.

I stop and turn around to him. At this point in time, a chilly and icing-up breeze of wind gusts past me to hurl and toss away my long, cutely brown hair away from my face. Chestnut brown hair that is! Just so I am concise and spot-on with what I am saying and describing here. "Where are you going please? I would like to take you there personally." "Don't bother. It isn't all that far even. I will be there in like less than an hour," I say this with an intensely glad and extremely happy smile.

Hmmnnnn! That was quite a little bit kind and polite of him. Or should I say very highly generous and angel-hearted? Whatever term it is that you like any better—the man is agreeably kind and compassionate to me. "These streets have proved out to be dangerous time and again.

I know why you were taking flight when I ran into you and you still have that piss-scared and terribly-awed look on your face." He must be right. These streets are known to be part of the dreaded Bailey-Way Boulevard. They might be perilous and ticklish like that nearby notorious place itself. I might never know. Just two days ago, a teen aged somewhere between 13 and 15 had his expensive phone and thirty dollars cash snagged and grabbed away from him by violence and menacing threats.

Following this, the gone-wild-and-satanic gang that thronged and grouped about him stabbed and jabbed him with a sharply knife to his excruciating death. He was discovered and found dead, with blood having depleted and emptied up from his entire body just by bleeding and oozing out helplessly. Shit! Would I like anything of this awful nature to also happen to me? Hell way no! I wonder if even the poor kid wished himself anything that dangerous and life-threatening.

Of course, he possibly and truthfully did not. "Fine," I tell the handsomely and good-looking man before my on-alert eyes. "I will let you take me where I am going." I wonder.

Isn't he even afraid of handing over a lift in his vehicle to total strangers that he does not know? Mirth is quick to snap and bark at me for contemplating this.

Better you be appreciative and very much thankful of what the good Samaritan here is doing to you, you thoughtless ingrate. Yeah—yeah! I have heard enough already, Mirth-y!

Thank you for that sweet-most notification for your very own piece of information. Once settled and entrenched down inside the car, Rhys has me hold and catch his dog for him. I love dogs and animals, but not then all of them. Ever since I was five or six, I played and stayed with a lot of them such that my bond and attachment to them burgeoned so great and fiercely to describe and relate here.

It still now is a tiny mite bit. Only that for the moment, I do not stay and dally about with a handful of pets and animals. Maybe when I am finally in my own house and dwelling, I will think twice about raising such up. Courtney? She detests and abhors the raising of any form of pets in our own apartment.

And can you imagine what her horror-most class and variety of household pets are—stinking and freaking awful cockroaches. Whenever she is in the kitchen or toilet, and I hear her scream out so loud and alarming like she has actually been paid to do it for some nameless range of horror flick, say 'Scream With All Your Might and Get 10 Bucks For It', I easily and without much trouble or thinking know and even get convinced that she has in all reality and truth seen a freaking horrible and grisly-like cockroach.

They are everywhere, I guess. Even in the White House?

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I don't expect so. "So where is it that you work, Tori, huh?" "The Young's! You have ever heard about us?" "Of course! I stay and reside here in Las Vegas. I am a Software Developer with Qitera." "Really?

I could not have imagined and thought that all up on my own." "I know The Young's. You are into advertising and marketing there, I presume." "You presume or you are very confidently and much certain and positive about it? I mean that is what we are really and obviously into." "Okay. So what do you do there at The Young's?" "I am just an ordinary receptionist." "Ordinary?" He laughs out load at that.

Of course! Do you expect anyone to admire and envy your very small job title there at that shitty damn structure called a firm? People kill and bewitch each other for Company Managerial chairs and thrones in big, grand mammoth skyscrapers and here you are, Tori, comfortable and happy about being a Z-paid receptionist? Grow up, silly girl. Then he adds, "You are a professional receptionist, Tori, and not just any ordinary place worker there." "If you think so," it is all I have to let out to him.

Seriously! "And how do the guys there treat you?" He looks at me as he says this and then quickly glances away from me the instant I scowl and make an astonished face at him. What was that supposed to mean really?

I am no V.I.P please……and I get no any special treatment for simply being myself. I enjoy doing my work for the sole love of it and then go back straight home and relax and play some celebrity interview tapes that I have recorded and taped on in a particular day.

That is just my life. Boring, then exciting, then lonesome, then full of people and activity, then…&hellip.then……&hellip.then…………………………………… "Like a human being fellow worker is supposed to be treated and handled. Some people can be really mean and nasty. But they are not worth being on my V.I.P long list either." "You mean no guy has ever proposed to you there at Young's?" Is that the way you talk to a stranger, Rhys?

I want to shout and yowl out mad at him like I have gone bananas, but then Mirth is quick to act and restrain me from doing so. Damn her! Rhys here better be taught how to talk to a lady……I mean how to talk to a stranger lady that he doesn't even freaking hell know. If it were not for Mirth being present, I would have exploded and detonated badly fuming like a freaky scary tornado bomb.

"Absolutely; does that surprise you in any way?" "No. But you are too beautiful to be single and left all on your own just like that. It is like all the men have no eyes to see and sight you. Well, if they don't, you probably have me then." The way he is talking all this to me, he is making it seem like he is merely being playful and jocular with me. I can't tell and decide for sure. Is he really being playful, or is he not being this? I don't know…&hellip.I don't even wish to know………Right now what probably matters most of all things is that I get my way to Sugar Spray Inn and chat and have a word or two with Keyshawn Gibson.

I have not more than an hour to spend and relax with her.

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After that, she will head off to her hotel and then fly off back to Los Angeles where she stays with her boyfriend and three cats. They must be a perfect and very magnificently wonderful family, I am guessing to myself—are they not?

They sure and definitely are! Rhys and I don't talk much either. We just fool around with our relationship status before he drops me off at Badin Way. The highway isn't all that busy and bustling up. There are a few cars speeding here and there, this direction and that opposite other. The traffic lights are all sparkling and blazing up blindingly and dazzlingly.

The scene and spectacle itself is just wonderful and heaven-like to look and stare at. I learn that Rhys is single in the long run. I don't know how true that is. If I were staying that long enough in his presence, I would have checked and verified it myself.

Not so just I can become his date and truest love. I just want to know how far he would go on lying if I were with him and for what exact purposes and motives exactly. Duh! Men and their sweetie pie form of white lies! Even women and olden people lie too—are you not aware, Tori?

It is Mirth, you are right. Always listening and paying attention to whatever thing it is that I am doing. Before I drop out of his car, Rhys gives me this long and absorbed-like look that I can't easily explain and tell up. It is just there.

Exquisite, friendly, and desirous and deliriously-achy too on the other hand. I don't know what it is exactly……but I feel like there is more truth and aim to his words and moves. I don't really care. A celebrity is waiting somewhere, or is not she, huh? Keyshawn Gibson. The way she seats on her chair in the packed and busy inn. It is almost like she is a princess of beauty and loveliness itself. No. She isn't that proud or pompous type.

She is just amazingly and achingly beautiful. Ash! I wish I looked just like her. Huh—huh! I am not any serious with all of this stuff, guys. I love who I am and what I am, and I wouldn't change it for anything else in this world. What I mean to symbolize is that each person is lovely and magnificent in a way of their own that can relate well to the others, or badly worse still.

That is just life. It is not all about similarity and distinctness alone. But also variance and indistinctness on the other face of the wide, broad mirror. I sit down before her and stretch out my hand to shake hers. I have sent her my picture and bio before. I trust that she remembers and knows me. Her hand is slightly warm but snugly comfortable to touch and stroke about. Eish! Her palms are enjoyably soft and smooth just like mine, meaning that we rarely do that very hard laborious but enjoyable grade of work.

Work in any form is enjoyable—and I love, love, love it. "What drink would you like to take?" Keyshawn asks me. I don't know which one to choose. There are so many wonderful and beautiful bottles to choose here. From the quietly and ever fizzing Glen Ellen type to the bubbly, sweetly-mantic Vendange, and also the darkly and roseate-like La Terre, to the loved and adored Stone Cellars and Ecco Domani and Chateau Ste.

Michelle—I don't one which particular brand it is that I should opt for here. "I will take Blackstone," I finally and at long last mouth out to Key. She smiles kindly and gestures me to proceed ahead and serve myself. Even the small cup-cake scones served with chocolate and fried eggs are delicious and luscious to taste and gobble.

Hmmnnnnnnn! I am not going to miss Courtney Schroeder's talkative kitchen tonight. Not in any way thinkable. "So tell me, Keyshawn, how did you get started here in Hollywood?

You have grown this big and popular. Was working in the movies something that you have long wanted to do all your life? Or it was life and its unpredictable chain and series of events that got you tossed and started in this whole movie deal thing?" "It is quite funny and unbelievable to look back and see how long I have come in all of this thing.

As you are aware of, I am only 23. And I began acting in small TV serials and films as way back as 10 years far past. It was something I did because my mom and family thought that I had great acting talent. It turned out truthfully so. And following my first three years of specializing only in TV, I switched on to movies. That was not in fact how I planned it out to be. The TV company I acted for shut down and I had to look for other acting work somewhere.

By this point in time, I was addicted and drugged on into acting. I didn't want spending a week not being captured and filmed on camera. If there is anything that I am heavily addicted to in this wide whole world of ours, it is the dearest camera itself." "Fine then!

I will fetch out mine so that I can relieve and loosen up your obsession and mania," I am saying this merely as a way of joking and we both snigger and laugh out madly at it. "The Paparazzi don't drag bags and bunches of cameras with them for movie filming, Tori.

They only use them to do the snap-dap, snap-dip, and snap-captcha exclusive sort of thing. You should get a filming license. Only then will I authorize you to film me for this interview." We laugh again and I add this time around, "Well heard and understood, Keyshawn. So how did you get to snub up this latest movie role of yours?" "It was tough competition honestly speaking.

There were about 13 well-known actresses contending for this Suey Eastwood role, and I kept on thinking each time, 'I am going to miss it……I am going to lose it.' I was totally shocked and horrified when the producer phoned me in person to tell me that I had been picked up to play nasty Miss Eastwood.

At the 'Clawed' auditioning, there were about a hundred and thirty unknown aspiring actresses who all wanted to land this big role too, and a handful of them eventually snubbed roles in the movie as third and fourth class characters." "What inspired you to especially go for this movie?" She giggles out happily and excitedly, "I have never done an action movie blended with horror and science-fiction pieces before, and I was like, this is my perfect and most rightful opportunity to go for this.

It turned out I had been stirred by that mentality right and appropriately." "What else are you filming besides this?" "Lilith: Bride of the Devil. In this one, I play Lilith, the demon queen of the Succubus. This is a horror movie releasing next month by Farrell Pictures. I have only just finished filming it along with 'Goose Camp' a cartoon movie done for some Baltimore-based television station.

They are 'Kids' Fun' by name and title." "How has been enormously famous in the last six years changed your whole life and acting career?" "To be honest with you, I was not really that popular until about four years ago with the release of 'Queen on The King's Throne.' But my life hasn't changed that much frankly. Maybe only that I have not much time to hang out with my friends and family, and I don't get to kiss my boyfriend out in the public anymore.

He only goes out with me on private dates and the like. He is allergic to fame and popularity, especially all those negatives things that can come from sleepless haters. I am all used to it now and I perfectly know how to handle it very well indeed." "Last month, there was a rumor that you are secretly lesbian and that you had behind shut doors married fellow Lilith co-star, Jeanie Campbell. Well, those spreading the rumor mentioned that your being with your two-year boyfriend, Adrian, was to cover and conceal things up about your gay orientation.

How did that affect you and your reputation and even your work much more importantly?" "I was shocked and terrified at first to learn that it was what people were talking and preaching about. I was like, 'That is what everyone is thinking of me? Fine! I will take no notice of it and concentrate on tackling a few couple projects that I presently have at hand.' You know what? Those rumors are now dying all out of nowhere.

I don't have to prove how true or false everything is that God-knows-exactly-wh-ch-exact-person brought and hatched up to do me and my influence bitter harm.

I just leave rumors and without fail they sort themselves out with a brand new one. I have fans to cheer up and not let down, or have not I?" "What was the best ever movie role in all your big screen career?" "Playing a young beautiful Queen Elizabeth in the crisis-time 1900s in 'Queen on The King's Throne.' I love Queen Elizabeth and I really and deeply valued playing her. It was like the most beautiful thing ever." "Are you expecting?" I question her whilst laughing and giggling out.

She first looks at me angrily and rudely first and then suddenly softens her expression to laugh and snigger out as well. "That is how rumors begin, Tori. I hope that you are not bent and intent on starting another newest one about me being pregnant. For goodness' sake, I am not expecting, Madame Wolf." "I know……I know………this was merely a joke from me, for this night especially." "Where do you see yourself five years from now if God gives you that blessing and privilege to live that long enough?

Don't get me wrong here. It is not like I am saying that you are not meant to last that long on Earth either.

We all know that we live by the will and power of God, right?" "That's very true, Tori." At least she is not that tad bit provoked or angered by any of this statement. "In five years if I were to live more by God's grace and wish, I will probably be an actress-turned-mother of two or three who has for the time settled down to raise and look after her kids with her loving and adoring boyfriend.

I hope we would have tied the knot by then. But I shall still be returning and appearing on the big silver screen. Only time is sacred and the accurate most seer to tell all that." "Are there any surefire signs that your man, Adrian Spencer, is as of late willing and very much eager to tie the knot with you?

This is my final question for you." "I should give him a little bit more of time for the moment, I think. My poor buddy is kind of stuck and spent up trying to complete his Art and Humanities course at Wotton University back there in our beloved Los Angeles city.

Maybe after he has completed school we are going to marry and settle down. For the moment, he is occupied in entertaining his books and lecturers.

For the nonce, I am playing and having great fun with my audience and the entirety of Tinsel-town at large." Whew! This is a great relief and pleasure on my part. Following our meal and interview, I go on to take ten or eleven photos of Keyshawn here at the Sugar Spray Inn. She is wearing blue jeans, a pink top, a long furry white jacket that everyone seems to be admiring and ogling at. On her feet are black and sturdy-looking-like ankle-high boots. Her light blond hair, today dyed a lovely and precious black for Divinity-knows-what specific purpose, is curled and frizzled and twisted up nicely.

Celebrities and their glamour! As I step my way out of Sugar Spray Inn, I notice Rhys hovering outside there on his car as he waits and keeps looking out for me. Wait a second, Tori! Who told you that he is waiting for you here? He is probably in a patient wait for his most ever beautiful girlfriend. And not some cheeky, naughty, and Paparazzi sliced-time worker like you!

Yah! Mirth is always good at cheering and annoying me at the same time—duh! I wave at him kindly and then proceed to walk my way down the street. It will probably take me twenty minutes to reach the Four Pizzas Junction and then hire a cab there to take me to my apartment.

While walking and strolling down the street quietly, I hear a vehicle humming and buzzing loud after me.


I swerve around quickly just in time for the darkly window to wind down and Rhys himself to peek direct at me from the other farthest-off seat, from where he directs and bids me, "Get in quickly, will you?" I do like he tells me to.

It is enjoyable and comfortable inside here. I bet that it is high time I get a car of my own and stop bothering Courtney about how I have to go to some place all in the flattery and deceit of her own lavish car made to look in the eyes of the scrutinizing public like it is a very expensive automobile of my own ownership and possession.

When I glance at Rhys, he at length last tells me: "You haven't let me know that you work for the Paparazzi?" Oh. So he was spying and keeping a watchful eye on me right back there in the Sugar Spray Inn.

I should have known. Alternatively, I tell him, "This is something that I do part-time and not on a full time basis, mind you. Are you really surprised and bothered by it?" "I was stunned to see you with that celebrity—Keyshawn Gibson." The windows all over Spray Sugar Inn are all made of clear and apparent glass.

It is so obvious that Rhys had been monitoring my activity with Keyshawn all along. Hmmnnnnnn……who could have thoughtlessly foresaw or forethought that happen? Not I myself in any way thinkable! "What time do you usually get home? I mean it is late already, and I will be responsible for it if you arrive home late.

Do you want to get in trouble with your—" "My what? My wife, you want to say?" I am shocked, dead-faced even. "No. That is not what I was going to say to you." "Then what word did you mean to place just there?" "The poor dog!

It hasn't eaten anything, and you have kept it locked and shut up in this automobile of yours for so many hours. I only feel sorry and pity for it. That is only what I wanted to say, and nothing about your whatever-her-name-is special wife." He looks guilty and conscious-punched. I am not to blame for that, or am I? I AM NOT, TORI!

That must be Mirth without denial. "I will take care of little Bruce, don't worry about him, Tori. He is such a nice and loving dog of mine. Only that he has gone missing and strayed for the last few days and I wasn't willing to chill out and take things easy without ever finding him.

He means the entire world to me. If he were a woman, he would be the only wife that I would have in my possession." How's that ever possible? I am wondering to myself……quietly and soundlessly still indeed. "He is the only family you have—is that what you are trying to mean?" "Kind of. Animal family that is, and not my human one." We have already arrived at my place. Rhys stops the car and I look at him quietly to tell him finally, "Thank you for everything that you have done for me.

I hope that you take the good most and best most ever care of your little Bruce. He deserves all things good and so much more to this." "You are welcome, Tori Wolf." Rhys says with a very big and truly handsomely and hypnotizing smile. "Good bye, Rhys. Journey well." I am out in the cold again. I hurry my way straight into the house and find Courtney already sleeping in her bed. I wish I could give her just a good night kiss, but then I will have to spare and reserve it for tomorrow. I love her.

Sweet dreams, Schroeder! It is also my turn to fall asleep as well, right? Definitely so! I don't know what tomorrow will bring…&hellip.I wonder…&hellip.I only wonder what will come off next after all this………………&hellip.